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REVIVALS  OF  RELIGIOJ^.^ 

Seventh.  Edition  enlarged*  !'v^;;', 

BY  JOHN  WINEBREISNER,  V.  D.  M* 

"Let  the  aoord  of  Christ  dwell  in  you  richly  in  all  wit* 
dom,  teaching  arm  admonishing  one  another  in  Psalms 
and  Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs,  singing  with  gruei  vi 
your  hearts  unto  the  Lord."— Col  iii.  16. 


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of  March,  in  the  forty-ninth  year  of  the  Independence  r( 
tiie  United  States  of  America,  A.  D.  1825,  JOHN  WINK- 
BRENNER,  of  said  district,  hath  deposited  in  this  office  the 
title  of  a  book,  the  right  whereof  he  claims  as  proprietor, 
in  the  words  following,  to  wit: 

"A  Prayer  Meeting-  and  Revival  Hymn  Booh;  or  atselec- 
lion  of  the  best  "Psalms  and  Hymn?  and  Spiritual  Songs," 
from  various  authors,  for  the  use  of  Social  Prayer  Meet- 
ings and  Revivals  of  Religion.    By  John  Winebrenner, 
V.  D.  M. 

"Lei  the  word  of  Christ  dwell  in  you  richly  in  all  wis- 
dom teaching  and  admonishing  one  another  in  Psalms  I 
ana  tlymns  and  Spiritual  Songs,  singing  xoith  grace,  in 
your  fltafts  unto  the  Lord.— Col.  iii.  16. 

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entitled  "An  Act  for  the  encouragement  of  learning  by 
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1  Social  prayer  meetings    - 

1-79 

2  Before  and  after  sermon 

-  71-80 

3  Family  worship    -            « 

81-95 

4  Monthly  concert 

-  96-123 

5   Union  prayer  meetings     - 

-       124-131 

6  Special  prayer  meetings     ■- 

-  132-154 

7  JExirming  and  axvake?iing 

155-172 

S   Conviction  and  pe?iitential 

-  173-192 

9  Inviting  and  encouraging 

193-213 

10  Faith  and  conversion 

-     214-235 

11  Regeneration 

236-241 

12  The  Convert 

-     212-261 

13  T/je  Christian 

262-280 

14  The  doubting 

281-283 

1 5    On  backsliding  or  spiritual  declension  284-200 

16  Prayer  far  a  revival     - 

291-297 

17  Rejoicing  in  a  revival 

-     298-307 

18  Inqviriny  meetings     - 

308-311 

19  Experience  meetings 

312-316 

20   jf7m<? 

-     317-322 

21  j&otf    -             - 

323-334 

22  Judgment      - 

-  335-340 

s&jsfea 

341 

24  JEfeftm 

-  342 -3 46 

25  Parting  and  dismission 

26  Jppendix 

347-360 

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EXPLANATION 

OF  THE 

VARIOUS   METRES   IN   THIS  VOLUME. 

L.  M.  Long  Metre. — C.  M.  Common  Metre.  - 
S.  M.  Short  Metre. — 7'a  Sevens. — 8's  Eights. 
— P.  M.  Peculiar  Metre. 

JWetres.      JVb.  of  syllables  in  each  line.      Hymn. 

L.M 8  8  8  8 1 

CM 8  6  8  6 13 

S.  M P-  6  8  6 7 

M.  7's 7  7  7  7 5 

M.  8>s 8  8  8  8 38 

P.  M 8  7  8  7  8  7  8  7 3 

— 7676767  6 69 

— 7  6  7  6  7  7,7  6 212 

— 8  7  8  7  4  7 194 

r- 8  8  6  8  8  6 320 

— 6  6  9  6  6  9 305 

— 6  6  6  6  8  8 304 

— 8  8  8  8  8  8 241 

— 11  11  11  11 272 

The  following  metres  occur  hut  once  respectively 
in  this  book  ;  whereas  the  preceeding  ones  do 
repeatedly. 

P.  M 11  10  11  10 26 

— 8  8  8  8  8 250 

— 6  6  7  7  7  9 35 

— 7  6  7  7  7  6 55 

— 8  7  8  7  8  8  8  7 66 

— 8  8  8  6  8  8  8  8  6....... 29 

— 6  6  6  4  6  6  6  6  6  4 280 

— 8  87887444  4  8 279 


A 

SELECTION 

OF 

HYMNS, 

TOR  THE  TJSE  OP 

SOCIAL  PRAYER  MEETINGS 

A1VD 

REVIVALS  OF  RELIGION. 

HYMN  1.  L.  M.—  Hart. 

Pray  without  ceasing,    l  Thess.  v.  17. 

1  BBRAY'R  was  appointed  to  convey, 
-fl_      The  blessings  God  designs  to  give.- 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray,  they  live. 

2  The  Christian's  heart  his  pray'r  indites, 
He  speaks  as  prompted  from  within  ; 
The  spirit  his  petition  writes, 

And  Christ  receives  and  gives  it  in. 

3  And  shall  we  in  dead  silence  lie, 

When  Christ  stands  waiting  for  our  pray'r? 
My  soul  thou  hast  a  friend  on  high, 
Arise  and  try  thy  int'rest  there. 

4  If  pains  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 
If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay, 
If  gilt  deject,  or  sins  distress, 
The  remedy's  before  thee— pray. 

5  Depend  on  Christ,  thou  canst  not  fail : 


Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known ; 
Fear  not— his  merits  must  prevail  I 

— 


2-3 


SOCIAL  PBAYEH. 


HYMN  2.  C.  M. 

1  \^i7'E~RE  m,et'  *lear  fiends  in  Jesus'  name 
L  ▼ .▼     Come,  let  us  now  rejoice, 

While  we  our  Saviour's  name  proclaim 
With  cheerful  heart  and  voice. 

2  Cut  O,  dear  Jesus,  Lamb  of  God, 

Send  down  the  heavenly  Dove 
His  graces  to  diffuse  around, 
And  warm  our  hearts  with  love. 

3  In  vain,  dear  Saviour,  here  we  meet, 

Except  thy  face  we  see ; 
Thy  presence  makes  a  heav'n  most  sweet 
"Where'er  we  meet  with  thee. 

4  A  dungeon  shows  a  heavenly  dawn, 

When  there  with  thee  we  dwell ; 
But  when  thy  presence  is  withdrawn, 
A  Palace  proves  a  hell. 

5  Then,  O  dear  Jesus,  condescend 

To  meet  us  with  a  smile : 
Thy  spirit's  quick'ning  influence  send, 
And  purge  our  hearts  from  guile. 

6  That  at  the  close  each  one  may  say, 

We  met  not  here  in  vain ; 
F'T  we  have  tasted  heav'n  to-day, 
J\Tor  could  we  more  contain. 


HYMN  3,  P.  M.  S's  &  7's.— Askixs. 

1  HJ>  RETHREN  we  are  met  together, 
MJ®  To  adore  the  Lord  our  God: 
Will  you  pray  with  all  your  powers, 

While  we  try  to  speak  his  word] 
All  is  vain  unless  the  spirit 

Of  the  Holv  One  come  down  : 
Brerhren  pray,  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

2  Brethren  see  poor  sinners  round  you, 

Standing  on  the  brink  of  woe ; 
Death  is  coming,  hell  is  moveing, 
L_      Can  you  bear  to  let  them  go  ? 
^n&e  our  fathers,  see  our  mothers, 
<>M    And  our  children  sinking  down. 
^Brethren,  &c. 

3  Brethren  here  are  poor  backsliders, 

Who  were  once  near  heav'ns  ducr; 


SOCIEL  PRAYER.  4-«f 


But  they  have  denied  their  Saviour, 
And  are  worse  than  e'er  before. 

Yet  the  Saviour  offers  pardon, 
If  they  will  confess  their  wound. 

Brethren  pray,  &c. 

4  Sisters  v/ill  you  j  oin  and  help  us  ? 

Moses'  sister  helped  him; 
Will  you  seek  the  trembling  mourners, 

Who  are  strusrgHng  hard  with  sin? 
Tell  them  all  about  the  Saviour, 

Tell  them  that  he  will  he  found; 
Sisters  pray,  &c. 

5  Brethren  let  us  love  each  other, 

And  our  God  supremely  too; 
Let  us  love  to  pray  for  sinners, 

Till  our  God  makes  all  things  new. 
Then  he'll  take  us  up  to  heaven, 

At  his  table  we'll  sit  down; 
Christ  will  gird  himself  and  serve  us,' 

With  sweet  manna  all  around. 


HYM  4.  L.  M. 

1  lOS7"ELC0ME  dear  brethren  to  this  place, 

v  V     Be  banish'd  ev'ry  slavish  fears 
Ye  come  to  seek  Emanuel's  face, 
For  he  has  promis'd  to  be  here. 

2  Seek  him  in  pray'r— he'll  surely  coma 

To  do  us  sood  before  we  part ; 
Each  humble  breast  he'll  make  his  home, 
And  dwell  in  ev'ry  waiting  heart. 

3  He'll  come  with  all  his  gracious  train 

Of  lively  graces  bright  and  strong ; 
Then  shall  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain 
Sound  loud  and  sweet  from  ev'ry  tongue. 

4  0  then  be  earnest,  take  no  nay, 

He'll  answer  ev'ry  good  desire; 
Give  him  your  hearts— tho'  cold  as  clay 
They'll  melt  like  wax  before  the  fire. ' 

HYMN  5.  M.  7's— Hajdiosd. 
A  blessing- humbly  requested.    Jer.  xxix.  12,  13, 

3  "B    ORD  we  come  before  thee  now. 
^L4  At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow; 
G  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ! 
0am  we  seek  th§e  Lord,  ia  vain  ? 


~'.'ls 


6*7  SOCIAL  PRAYER. 

9  Lord  on  thee  our  souls  depend , 
In  compassion  now  descend, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace. 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 
i  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
w  Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Lord  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  messaae  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford, 
Let  thy  spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  neart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return ; 

Those  who  are  cast  down,  lift  up 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope; 

6  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  God  supremely  kind ; 
Heal  the  sickt  the  captive  free; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 


HYMN  6.  C.  M.— Watts. 

^ilNG  to  the  Lord,  Jehovah's  name, 
►3  And  in  his  strength  rejoice; 
When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  "With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  psalms  of  honor  sing ; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
The  whole  creation's  king. 

3  Come  and  with  humble  souls  adore,. 

Come  kneel  before  his  face ; 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 

4  Now  is  the  time  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  request; 
Come,  lest  he  rouse  his  wrath  and  swear, 
"Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest." 


HYMN  T.  S.  M.— Newtox. 

Importunity  in  prayer  prevalent  with  God. 

Luke  sviii.  1-X. 
HE  Lord  who  truly  knows 
The  heart  of  every  saint; 


T 


SOCIAL  PRAYEK. 

Invites  us  by  his  holy  word, 

To  pray  and  never  faint. 
ft  He  bows  his  gracious  ear  • 

We  never  plead  in  vain ; 
Yet  we  must  wait  till  he  appear, 

And  pray ,  and  pray  again. 

3  Though  unbelief  suggest, 

Why  should  we  longer  wait  ? 
He  bids  us  never  give  him  rest, 
But  be  importunate. 

4  'Twas  thus  a  widow  poor, 

Without  support  or  friend. 
Beset  the  unjust  judge's  door, 

And  gain'd  at  last  her  end. 
8'  And  shall  not  Jesus  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry? 
Yes,  though  he  may  a  while  forbear. 

He'll  not  their  suit  deny. 
6  Then  let  us  earnest  be, 

And  never  faint  in  pray'r ; 
He  loves  our  importunity, 

And  makes  our  cause  his  care. 


HYMN  8.  L.  M.— Cowper. 


%^7^HAT  var'ous  hindrances  we  meet 
v  v     Incoming  to  a  mercy-seat; 
Yet  who  that  hnows  the  worth  of  pray'r,. 
But  wishes  to  be  often  theie? 
Z  Prayr  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw  : 
Pray'r  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love- 
Brings  ev'ry  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  pray'r,  we  cease  to  fight; 
Pray'r  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees, 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Were  half  the  breath  that's  vainly  spent, 
To  heav'n  in  supplication  sent, 

Our  cheerful  song  would  ofVner  be, 
"Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me!" 


f 

0-10  SOCIAL  TEAYER. 

HYMN  9.  C.  M.— Montgomeiit. 

k  Behold,  he  prayeth.    Acts  ix.  1 1- 

Pf    ILBRAY'R  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
L     JL      Utter'd  or  unexpress'd.i 
r    The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire. 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Pray'r  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh. 

The  failing  of  a  tear; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Pray'r  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try; 
Pray'r  the  suhlimest  strains  that  reach 

The  majesty  on  high. 
Pray'r  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  sate  of  death- 
He  enters  heaven  with  pray'r. 
Pray'r  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  reioice, 

And  cry,  "Behold,  he  prays-" 
0  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  life,  the  trutn,  the  way, 
The  path  of  pray'r  thyself  hfst  trod, 

"Lord  teach  us  how  to  pray." 

HYMN  10,  C.  M  —  Nbbbham. 

Short  and  fervent  ■prayer  the  best.    Mat.  vi.  7,  8; 

T§~    ORD  in  thy  courts  we  now  appear, 
M_J  And  bow  before  thy  throne;. 
Betore  our  lips  besin  to  move, 

Our  wants  to  thee  are  known. 
2  Thou  knowest  the  language  of  the  heart, 

The  meaning  of  a  sigh ; 
Dear  father,  hear  our  humble  pray'r, 

And  bring  thy  blessings  nigh. 
Few  be  our  words,  and  short  our  pray'rs, 

While  we  together  meet; 

thort  duties  keep  th'  attention  up. 
_ 


I 

SOCIAL  PRAYER.  11-12     1 


HYMN  11.  C.  M. 

Devout  -petitions. 

1  TOfERE,  in  the  presence  of  our  God, 

a  a    We've  met  to  seek  his  face; 
0  let  us  feel  th'  eternal  word, 
And  least  upon  thy  grace. 

2  0  may  this  be  a  happy  hour 

To  every  mourning  soul; 
Display  thy  love,  make  known  thy  pow'r, 
And  make  the  wounded  whole. 

3  0  may  a  spark  of  heavenly  fire 

Each  stupid  soul  inflame: 
And  sacred  love  our  hearts  inspire, 

To  praise  thy  worthy  name. 
i  Let  ev'ry  soul  the  saviour  see, 

And  taste  his  heavenly  love: 
And  ev'ry  heart  forever  be 

In  praise  to  thee  above. 
5  And  when  our  mortal  days  are  o'er, 

And  we  shall  hence  remove, 
Help  us  to  thy  right  hand  to  soar, 

Thine  endless  love  to  prove. 


HYMN  12.  L.  M- 

1  ^Tfe^CE  more  a  Pleasant  interview 
%Jp  The  Lord  doth  grant  us,  to  renew 
Our  social  friendship,  kind  and  dear ; 
Our  hearts  to  warm,  our  souls  to  cheer. 

2  "While  we  were  absent  far  abroad, 
We  saw  the  kindness  of  our  God ; 
Therefore  his  love  let  us  adore, 
That  we  are  here  alive  once  more. 

3  How  many  souls  have  launch'd  away 
To  everlasting  night  or  day! 

In  sickness  many  more  remain, 
Whilst  we  our  life  and  health  retain, 

4  Into  his  presence  let  us  haste, 
And  thank  him  for  his  favors  past ; 
Down  on  your  knees  devoutly  all, 
Sefore  the  Lord,  our  maker,  fall. 


13*14  SOCIAL  PRAYEU. 

HYMN  13.  C.  M.— Watts. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 
E  #^OME  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove, 
\y  With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love, 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
5  Look  how  we  growel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  earthly  toys; 
Our  souls  how  heavyly  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys ! 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  : 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  I  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 

And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
Come  shed  abroad  the  Saviour's  love/ 

And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN  14.  C.  M.— Medikt. 

My  God  will  hear  me.    Mic.  vil.  7. 

TO  thee,  0  Lord,  my  heavenly  king, 
Now  will  my  soul  draw  near; 
Thankful  of  this.sweet  truth  to  sing, 

"That  thou  my  God  wilt  hear." 
Though  1  am  poor  and  needy  too, 

And  scarce  know  what  to  say, 
And  though  my  words  are  faint  and  few, 

'My  God  will  hear  me  pray." 
I  Thro'  Christ  I  come,  and  mercy  claim, 

Who  lives  to  intercede ; 
(For  in  his  dear,  adored  name, 

'My  God  will  hear  me  plead." 
iHear  me  thou  wilt,  tho'  doubts  and  fears, 

My  soul  should  much  cast  down ; 
[And  tho'  o'erwhelm'd  with  sighs  and  tears 

My  Go*  will  hear  me  groan, 
['hen  whilst  my  life  and  breath  remain, 

I'll  humbly  persevere; 

i.nd  when  to  glory  I  attain, 

"My  God  will  hear  me  there.'' 


SOCIAL  PRAYER. 


15-13 


HYMN  15.  C.  M . 

The  Lord's  Prayer  versified. 
1  iTkUR  Father,  who  in  heav'n  art, 
\J  All  hallow'd  be  thy  name ; 
Thy  kingdom  come,  thy  will  be  done 
Throughout  this  earthly  frame. 
I  As  cheerfully  as  'tis  with  those 
Who  dwell  with  thee  on  high, 
So  let  thy  bounty  day  by  day, 
Our  daily  wants  supply. 

3  As  we  forgive  our  enemies, 

Thy  pardon,  Lord,  we  crave ; 
Into  temptation  lead  us  not, 
But  us  from  evil  save. 

4  For  kingdom,  power  and  glory,  all, 

Belong,  O  Lord,  to  thee; 
Thine  from  eternity  they  were, 
And  thine  shall  ever  be. 


HHMN  16.  S.  M 

1  "HJEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace ! 
JlS  The  promise  calls  me  near ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 

And  waits  to  answer  pray'r. 

2  That  rich  atoning  blood, 

Which  sprinkled  round  I  see, 
Provides  for  those  who  come  to  God, 
An  all  prevailing  plea. 

3  My  soul,  ask  what  thou  wilt, 

Thou  canst  not  be  too  bold, 
Since  his  own  blood  for  thee  he  spilt3 

What  else  can  he  withhold? 
i  Thine  image,  Lord ,  bestow, 

Thy  presence  and  thy  love ; 
I  ask  to  serve  thee  here  below, 

And  reign  with  thee  above. 
5  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith ; 

Conform  my  will  to  thine— 
Let  me  victoi'ous  be  in  deaths 

And  then  in  glory  shine. 


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r 
17-1D         social  pkayeeJ 

HYMN  17.  C.  M. 

1  CShEPHEJID  divine,  our  wants  relieve. 
KZT  In  this  our  evil  day; 

To  all  thy  tempted  follow'rs  give, 
-The  pow'r  to  watch  and  pray. 

2  Long  as  our  fi'ry  trials  las*, 

Long  as  the  cross  we  hear, 

0  let  our  souls  on  thee  be  cast, 
In.never  ceasing  pray'r ! 

3  Com?,  Holy  Ghost,  thy  praying  grace 

Give  us  in  faith  to  claim  : 
To  wrestle,  till  we  see  thy  face, 
And  know  thy  hidden  name- 

4  Till  thou  the  Father's  love  impart, 

Till  thou  thvself  bestow, 
Be  this  the  cry  of  ev'ry  heart, 
"I  will  not  let  thee  go." 

1  will  not  let  thee  go,  unless 
Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me  ; 

"With  all  thy  ereat  salvation  bless, 
And  say,  "  Christ  died  for  thee.'' 


HYMN  IS-  L.  M. 

BELOVED  Saviour,  faithful  friend, 
&  The  joy  of  all  thy  cross's  train; 
In  mercy  to  our  aid  descend, 

Or  else  we  worship  thee  in  vain. 
In  vain  we  meet  to  sing  and  pray, 

If  Christ  his  influence  withhold, 
Our  hearts  remain  as  cold  as  ciay, 

Till  we  our  (iod  by  faith  behold, 
'hen  manifest  thyself  in  peace, 

Thy  faithful  mercies  now  make  known: 
O  breathe  on  us  a  gale  of  grace, 

And  send  a  cheering  biessing  down. 
We  gladly  for  thy  coming  wait : 

Seeking  to  know  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
"We  bow  as  suppl'ans  at  thy  feet, 

And  bid  Thee  welcome  to  our  heart. 


1IYMN  19.  I\  M.  S's  &  7's.—  Whitehead. 

~H"    OVE  divine,  nil  love  excelling, 
JL4  Joy  of  heav'n  to  earth  come  down : 


SOCIAL  TEAYEK.  20-21 


Fix  In  us  thy  humble  dwelling1; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown, 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion.  -  > 

Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  ev'ry  waiting  heart. 

2  Breathe,  Oh  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  evrry  troubled  breast: 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inhere. 

Let  us  find  thy  promis'd  rest; 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away  ; 
End  the  work  of  thy  beginning, 

Bring  us  to  eternal  day. 

3  Carry  on  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  holy  may  we  be ; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation, 

Perfectly  secur'd  by  thee; 
Chans'd  from  glory  into  glory, 

'Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place ; 
'Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 


'Wo1 


1  HYMN  20.  L.  M.— S.  Ste^kett. 

■Tresence  of  Christ  with  his  worshippers.  Matt,  xviii.  2P, 

:RE  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord 
Obedient  to  their  sov'reign  Lord, 
I    Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 

And  offer  solemn  pray'r  and  praise  :  ., 

2  "  There!"  says  the  Saviour,  "  will  I~be  «**, 
Am  d  that  little  company  ; 

To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face. 
And  shed  my  glory  round  the  place." 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word, 

O!  send  thy  spirit  from  ahjve, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  love. 


HYMN  21.  S.  M.— Watts. 


COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing ; 
Jcbovah  is  the  mighty  God,        ' 
The  universal  king. 


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22-23  SOCIAL  PRAYED. 

a  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown, 
And  gave  the  seas  their  bound, 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 
S  Come,  w orship  at  his  throne, 
Come  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  work -and  not  our  own, 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 
4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come  like  the  children  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 


HYMN  22.  C.  51. 

1  &  S  Jacob  did  in  days  of  old, 
JrA.  So  will  my  soul  do  now ; 
Wrestle,  and  on  my  Jesus  hold, 

"Nor  loill  I  let  Mm  go." 

2  I  come  encourag'd  by  thy  word, 

That  mercy  thou  wilt  show; 
Except  thou  bless  me,  blessed  Lord, 
"I  will  not  let  thee  go." 

3  I  come  to  ask  forgivenesss  free, 

Tho'  I  have  been  thy  foe.; 
Except  thou  grant  it  Lord  to  me, 
"I  will  not  let  thee  go." 

4  I  come  to  ask  for  all  thy  love, 

And  all  thou  canst  bestow ; 
Except  these  blessings  Lord  I  prove, 
"I  will  not  let  thee  go." 


HYMN  23.  C  M. 

1  FTFlEACH  us,  O  Lord,  aright  to  plead, 
1     for  mercies  from  above ; 
.  ^     O !  come  and  bless  our  souls  indeed, 
S&      With  light  and  joy  and  love. 
P  2  Help  us  on  thee  to  cast  our  care, 
And  on  thy  word  to  rest  ; 
That  Israel's  God  wno  heareth  pray'r 
Will  grant  us  our.  request. 


SOCIAL  PRAYER.  24.-26 

HYMN  24.  C  M.— W— • 

1  "WWrwRE  met,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 

W  V     To  worship  and  adore— 
And  now  to  thee  we  raise  our  hearts,  .  1 

Thy  mercy  to  implore. 

2  Mercy  and  grace  is  what  we  want 

To  fit  us  for  the  skies ; 
And  erace  we  need,  when'er  we  bring 
Our  humble  sacrifice. 

3  Without  it  Lord,  we  cannot  sing;  .. 

Not  know  we  how  to  pray, 

Except  by  it  we're  truly  taught 

Both  how,  and  what  to  say. 

4  Then  bow  thine  ear,  and  hear  cur  pray'r, 

Thy  grace  on  us  bestow ; 
So  we  will  love  and  serve  thee  more, 
"While  pilHrims  here  below. 


HYMN  25.  L.  M.— W- 

1  7 BREACH  us,  0  Lord,  to  sing  and  pray, 

1     Whilst  in  these  tenements  of  clay  ; 
And  never  be  asham'd  of  thee, 
Who  bled  and  died  on  -Calvary. 

2  And  when  to  glory  we  attain, 

We'll  shout  aloud  the  Saviour's  name, 
Who  bought  our  souls  with  precious  blood, 
And  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God. 


HYMN  26-  P.  M.  11,  10,  11,  10. 

Star  of  the  East. 
AIL  the  blest  mourn!  when  the  great  mediatory 


H 


Down  from  the  regions  of  glcry  descends! 
Shepherd's  go  worship  the  babe  in  manger— 
Lo  I  for  your  guide  the  bright  Angel  attends. 

CHORUS. 
Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning; 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  iend  us  thine  aid; 
Star  of  the  East  the  horizon  adorning    ■ 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 
&  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew  drops  are  shining, 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  thestaU^ 


27  SOCIAL  PR  AYES." 

Angels  adore  him,  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker  and  monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 
Brightest,  Q>c. 

3  Bay,  shall  we  yield  him  in  costly  devotion 

Odours  of  Eden,  and  orPrings  divine ; 
Gems  from  the  mountain,  and  pearls  from  the  ocean 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine  1 
Brightest,  frc. 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure, 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  pray'rs  of  the  poor. 
Brightest,  4-c. 

5  Low  at  his  feet,  we  in  humble  prostration 

Lose  all  our  sorrow,  and  trouble  and  strife. 
There  we  receive  his  divine  consolation 
Flowing  afresh  from  the  fountain  of  Life. 
Brightest,  $-c. 
e  He  is  our  friend  in  the  midst  of  temptation, 
Faithful  supporter  whose  love  cannot  fail, 
Rock  of  cur  refuge  and  Hope  of  Salvation, 
Guide  to  direct  us  thro'  death's  gloomy  vale. 
Brightest,  fyc. 

HYMN  27.  C.  M.—  Medley. 

Birth  of  Christ. 
1  IGMffORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 
LtJi  And  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
Joy,  love  and  gratitude,  combine, 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 
S  In  heav'n  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 
And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
,.  And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 
3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 
And  leund  the  echo  roll'd ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heav'n  could  hold. 
,,  I  4  Down,  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 
we  j      Th'  impel' ous  torrent  ran ; 

And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 
[       &  Hark !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 
And  slory  leads  the  song; 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  thro'out 

Th'  barmoa'gus  hWRiy  throng. 


SOCIAL  PEAYEE.  28- 

HYMN  28.  C  M.— Steele. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer,    l  Peter  til.  13. 

"1  rgiO  our  redeemer's  glorious  name 
■     Awake  the  sacred  songlj 
O  may  his  love  immortal  name! 
Tune  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love  what  mortal  thought  can  reach  j 

What  mortal  tongue  display? 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high. 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 
And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die  l 

Was  ever  love  like  this  7 
3  He  took  the  dying  sinners  place, 

And  suffer'd  in  his  stead ; 
For  man,  (O  miraele  of  grace  l) 

For  man  the  Saviour  bled ! 
5  Dear  Lord  what  heav'nly  wonders  dweH 

In  thy  atoning  blood! 
By  this  are  sinners  snatch'd  from  hell, 

And  rebds  brought  to  God. 
«  0  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme, 

Fill  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue ; 
'Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 

And  join  the  sacred  song 


HYMN  29.  P.  M.  8,  8,  8,  6,  8,  8,  «,  8,  6L 

1  rglHE  Son  of  man  they  did  betray, 

3L    He  was  condem'd  and  led  away : 
Think,  O  my  soul,  on  that  dread  day; 

Look  on  mount  Calvary. 
Behold  him  lamb-like  led  along, 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng, 
Accused  by  each  lying  tongue, 
And  then  the  lamb  of  God  they  hung 
Upon  the  shameful  tree. 

2  'Twas  thus  the  glorious  suff'rer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feet  nail'd  to  the  wood: 
From  ev'ry  wound  a  stream  of  blood 

Came  flowing  down  amain. 
His  bitter  groans  all  nature  shook, 
And  at  his  voio§  the  rocks  were  broke, 


29  SOCIAL  F2AYEK. 

The  sleeping  saints  their  grave  forsook, 
"While  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mock'd 

And  laughed  at  his  pain. 
S  Now  hung  beneath  the  earth  and  skies, 
Behold!  in  agonies  he  dies! 
O  sinners,  hear  his  mournful  cries, 

Come  see  his  tort'ring  pain. 
The  mourning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
Elush'd  and  relus'd  to  view  the  sight: 
The  azure  cloth'd  in  robes  of  night, 
All  nature  mourn'd  and  stood  affright, 

When  Christ  the  Lord  was  slain- 

4  Hark !  men  and  angels,  hear  the  Son? 
He  cries  for  help,  but  O  there's  none, 
He  treads  the  vine  press  all  alone ; 

His  garments  stain'd  with  blood. 
In  lamentations  hear  him  cry  : 
"Eloi,  lama  sabacthani!" 
Tho'  death  may  close  his  languid  eyes, 
He  soon  will  mount  the  upper  skies, 

The  ccnq'ring  Son  of  God. 

5  The  Jews  and  Romans  in  a  band, 
With  hearts  like  steel  around  him  stand, 
And  mocking  say  come  save  the  land, 

"  Come  try  yourself  to  free." 
A  soldier  pierc'd  him  when  he  died ; 
Then  healing  streams  came  from  his  side; 
And  thus  my  Lord  was  crucifi'd, 
Stern  justice  then  was  satisfi'd, 

Sinners,  for  you  and  me. 

6  Behold !  he  mounts  the  throne  of  state. 
He  fills  the  meditorial  seat, 

While  millions  bowing  at  his  feet, 

With  loud  hosannas  tell : 
Though  he  endured  exquisite  pains, 
He  led  the  monstor  death  in  chains ; 
Ye  seraphs  raise  your  highest  strains ; 
With  music  fdl  bright  Eden's  plains : 

He  conquer' d  death  and  helL 
„   7  'Tis  done !  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid, 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made ; 
Sinners  on  him  your  gilt  was  laid, 

For  you  he  spilt  his  biood: 
For  you  his  tender  soul  did  move, 
For  you  he  left  the  courts  above, 
That  you  the  length  and  breadth  might  prove, 
And  t  eighth  and  depth  of  perfect  love, 

in,  Christ  your  smiling  Gcd. 


SOCIAL  PRAYER.  30-31 


8  All  glcry  be  to  God  on  high, 
Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  the  sky; 
Who  sent  his  son  to  bleed  and  die, 

Glory  to  him  be  giv'n; 
While  heav'n  above  his  praise  resounds; 
O  Zion  sing— his  grace  abounds, 
In  hopes  to  shout  eternal  rounds, 
In  flaming  love  that  knows  no  bounds, 

When  swollow'd  up  in  heav'n. 


HYMN  30.  L,  M.— Steele. 

Christ's  sufferings  and  death. 

1  ^TRETCH'D  on  the  cross  the  saviour  dies; 
►3  Hark !  his  expiring  groans  arise : 

See  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide. 

2  But  life  attends  the  deathful  sound, 
And  flows  fromev'ry  bleeding  wound; 
The  vital  stream  how  free  it  flows, 

To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes ! 

3  Can  1  survey  this  scene  of  woe, 

Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  How;] 
And  yet  my  heart  unmoved  remain, ',' 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain? 

4  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart ! 

'  'Till  all  its  pow'rs  and  passions  move 
In  melting  grief  and  ardent  love. 


HYMN  31.  C.  M—  Steknett. 

1  "W"ONDER,— amasing  sight !— I  see 

JUL    The  incarnate  Son  oi  God 

Expiring  on  th'  accursed  tree,    : 

And  weltring  in  his  biood.  '■ 

2  Behold  the  purple  torrents  run 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head ! 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun ; 
His  groans" awake  the  dead. 

3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darken'd  sky, 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud ; 
And  with  th'  amaz'd  centurian,  cry 
"This  is  the  Son  of  God!" 


32-33  60CIAL  THAYER. 

4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice, 
May  well  my  hope  revive ; 
If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. 


HYMN  32.  C.  M. 

EHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree ! 
ow  vast  the  love  that  him  incVm'd 
To  bleed  and  die  for  tneet 
2  Hark !  how  he  groans!  while  nature  shakes 
And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  r 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaksr 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 
8  'Tis  done!  the  precious  ransom's  paid, 
"Receive  my  soul !"  he  cries : 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies! 
4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 
And  in  full  glory  shine : 
O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  ? 


HYMN  33.  P.  M.  8,  7,  4.— T. 

Redemption  finished.    John  xix.  36, 

1  THfARK!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
JUL  Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ; 
See  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder— 

Shakes  the  earth  and  veils  the  sky ! 
"It  is  finish'd!" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  It  is  finish'd !— 0  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  words  afford. 
Heav'nly  blessings  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord : 
It  is  finish'd ! 
Saints  the  dying  words  record. 
$  Finish'd— all  the  types  and  shadows'- 
Of  the  ceremonial  law ; 
Finish'd— all  that  God  has  prorois'd, 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe, 
It  is  finish'd— 
Eaints  from  hence  your  comforts  draw  . 


SOCIAL  PRAYER.  34-3$ 


4  Tune  your  harps  anew  ye  seraphs,- 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme ; 
AH  on  earth  and  all  in  heav'n, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name: 
Hallelujah! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  t 


HYMN  34  M.  Vs. 

*  *J%J"0\V begin  the  heav'nly  theme, 
JJ^I    Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name"; 
Ye  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove. 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye  who  see  the  Fathers  grace, 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  you  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

B  Mourning  souls  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears, 
See  your  guilt  and  curse  removed, 
-Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sinf 
New  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome,  all  by  sin  oppress'd— 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest, 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above,' 
Nothing— but  redeeming  love. 

a  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyfuLstring; 
Mortals  join  the  hosts  above- 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  35-  P.  M.  6,  6,7,  7,  7, 

t  jCJ[ AW  you  my  Saviour, 

*3  Saw  you  my  Saviour, 
v  Saw  you  my  Saviour  and  God? 
O !  he  died  on  Calvary, 
To  atone  for  you  and  me, 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

3  He  was  extended, 
He  was  extended,! 

Shamefully  nai'ld  to  the  cross, 


Ob  SOCIAN  PRAYEIt. 

O !  he  bow'd  his  head  and  died, 
Thus  my  Lord  was  crucified 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding, 
Jesus  hung  bleeding, 

Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain 
O  !  the  sun  refused  to  shine, 
When  his  majesty  divine, 

"Was  derided,  insulted  and  slain. 

4  Darkness  prevailed, 
Darkness  prevailed, 

Darkness  prevailed  o'er  the  land, 
And  the  solid  rocks  were  rent, 
Through  creation's  vast  extent.    , 

"When  the  Jews  crucifi'd  the  God  man; 

5  Now  it  was  finished. 
Now  it  was  finished, 

And  the  atonement  was  made ; 
He  was  taken  by  the  great, 
And  embalm'd  in  spices  sweet, 

And  in  a  new  sepulchre  was  laid. 

6  Hail  mighty  Saviour, 
Hail  mighty  Saviour, 

Prince  and  author  of  peace  ; 

0  !  he  burst  the  bonds  of  death, 
And  triumphant  through  the  earth, 

He  ascended  the  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  Nov/  interceding, 
Now  interceding, 

Pleading  that  sinners  might  live ; 
Crying  Father  I  have  died, 
O !  behold  my  hands  and  side, 

To  redeem  them  I  pray  thee  forgive. 

8  I  will  forgive  them, 

1  will  forgive  them, 

If  they'll  repent  and  believe; 

Let  them  now  return  to  thee, 

And  be  reconcil'd  to  me, 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive. 


HYMN  36.  C.  M.— Watts. 


1  T^LUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
JL      We  wretched  sinners  lav, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'  ring  day. 


SOCIAL  PRAYER.  37-38 


%  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Priace  of  peace 
Beheld  our  helpless  griej^ 
He  saw,  and  (Oh  amaauagTove !) 
He  came  to  our  relME^ 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled  ; 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  0 !  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak  i 

5  Angels  assist  our  mighty  joys !' 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 
But  wfren  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 


HYMN  37.  C.  M. —Steele, 

1  "B"ESUS !  in  thy  transporting  name, 
ftJP   What  blissful  glories  rise? 
Jesus !  the  angel's  sweetest  theme — 

The  wonder  of  the  skies. 

2  Jesus !  and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky 

For  miseries  and  woes  ? 
And  didst  thou  bleed,  and  groan  and  die3 
For  vile,  rebellious  foes  ? 

3  Victorious  love !  can  language  tell 

The  wonders  of  thy  pow'r, 
Which  conquer'd  all  the  force  of  hell, 
In  that  tremendous  hour  ? 
I  What  glad  return  can  I  impart 
For  favors  so  divine  ? 
O  take  my  heart— this  sinful  heart, 
And  make  it  only  thine. 


HYMN  38.  M.  8's.— Chapped 

.  Salvation.    Acts  iv.  12. 
!  Si  ALVATION,  how  precious  the  sound, 
!  k3  To  sinners  who  see  themselves  lost; 
To  Jesus  their  praises  redound, 
i  In  Jesus  they  triumph  and  boast. 
S  Salvation  is  finish'd  and  done, 
I  Salvation  is  sov'reign  and  free, 


39-40  SOCIAL  TRAYEB, 

Salvation  by  God's  equal  Son, 
My  joy  and  rejoicing  shall  be- 

3  Salvation  is  only  of  God, 

To  him  all  the  praises  are  due ; 

Ye  saints  spread  his  honours  abroad, 

"Who  rlnish'd  salvation  for  you. 

4  Soon  shall  we  behold  him  above, 
Forever  to  sound  his  dear  name : 
To  sing  the  sweet  song  of  his  love. 
Salvation  to  God  and  the  Lamb  I 


HYMN  39.  C.  M.— Watts. 

*  Salvation  i  o  the  joyful  sound  t 

J^  'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  I 
A  sov'reign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

CHORUS. 

Glory,  honor,  praise  and  power. 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  forever; 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer ! 
Hallelujah!  praise  the  Lord! 

Z  Salvation !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky, 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 
Glory,  4-c. 
3  Salvation !  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb  ! 
To  thee  the  praise  belongs ; 
Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 
And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 
Glory,  &c. 


HYMN  40.  C.  M.— Watts. 

I  #~iOME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
\j  With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongue*, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 
5  "Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry. 
To  be  exalted  thus  I 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 
For  he  was  slain  for  us  l 


SOCIAL  PRATER,  41 


8  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honour  and  pow'r  divine : 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give,' 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 
4  The  whole  creation  join  in  on8 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


'A 

Bring 


HYMN  41.  C.  M.— Duncan. 

The  Spiritual  Coronation.    Cant.  iii.  2, 
Angels. 
LL  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jesus'  name I 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall  ; 


ring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all: 

Martyrs. 

I  S  Crown  him  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ;-  , 

Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod,- 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Converted  Jews. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small ; 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  gracer 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Believing  Gentiles. 

4  Ye  Gentile  sinners  ne'er  forget 

The  worm- wood  and  the  gall ; 
Go— spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Sinners  of  every  Nation. 
1 5  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
Ourselves. 
I S  0  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng. 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall  : 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all* 


42-43  SOCIAL  PRAYER. 

HYMN  42.  C.  M. —Watts. 

1  f^i  OME  happy  souls  approach  your  God, 
^J    With  new  melodious  songs  ; 
Come  tender  to  Almighty  grace, 

The  tributes  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love 

That  pitied  dying  men, 
The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  arm'd 

"With  a  revenging  rod,  ' 
No  hard  commission  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 
When  Christ  ori  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  Here,  sinners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry  ; 
Trust  in  the  mighty  Soviour's  name. 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

6  See,  dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls 

Accept  thine  ofier'd  grace  ; 
We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praise. 


HYMN  43.  CM. 

1  TTESUS  hath  dy'd  that  I  might  live, 
^jj     Might  live  to  God  alone  ; 

In  him  eternal  life  receive. 
And  be  in  Spirit  one. 

2  Saviour  I  thank  thee  for  thy  grace, 

The  gift  unspeakable ; 
And  wait  with  arms  of  faith,  t'  embrace. 
And  all  thy  love  to  feel. 

3  My  soul  breaks  out  in  strong  desire, 

The  perfect  bliss  to  prove  ; 
My  longing  heart  is  all  on  fire, 
To  be  dissolv'd  in  love. 

4  Give  me  thyself,  from  ev'ry  boast, 

From  every  sin  set  free ; 

Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  lost, 

But  give  thyself  to  me. 


SOCIAL  PRAYER.  44-45 


5  Thy  gifts  alas  !  cannot  suffice, 
Unless  thyself  be  giv;n  ; 
Thy  presence  makes  my  paradise, 
And  where  thou  art  is  heav'n. 
8  Come,  O  my  God,  thyself  reveal ! 
Fill  all  this  mighty  void ; 
Thou  only  cans't  my  spirit  fill: 
Come,  0  my  God,  my  God  ? 


HYMN  44.  L.  M.— B- 


^OME,  gracious  Spirit,  h'eav'nly  dove, 
%^J  With/light  and  comfort  from  above, 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
O'er  ev'ry  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 
From  ev'ry  sin  and  hurtful  snare, 
Lead  to  thy  word  that  rules  must  give  ; 
And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live, 

3  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way ; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  ev'ry  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

4  Lead  us  to  holiness,  the  road 

Tha  t  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God ; 
Lead  us  to  Christ'  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

5  Lead  us  to  God  our  final  rest, 
In  his  enjoyment  to  be  bless'd. 
Lead  us  to  heav'n,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 


HYM  45.  S.  M. — Watts. 
Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 

1  lT^0ME  ye  tJiat  love  the  Lord> 
vLj  And  let  our  joys  be  known ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord. 

And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banish'd  from  this  place  ; 
Religion  never  was  design'd 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  new  our  God, 


-46-47  SOCIAL  PRAYER. 

But  servants  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 
4  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below  ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. , 
6  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 
Or  walk,  the  golden  streets. 
6  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
"VVe'er  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

HYMN  46.  L.  M. — Montgomery. 

*    TESUS  '•  our  best  beloved  Friend, 

-*3    On  thy  redeeming  name  we  call; 

Jesus  in  love  to  us  descend, 

Pardon  and  sanctify  us  all. 
2   Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign, 

To  fear  and  follow  thy  commands; 

O  take  our  hearts— our  hearts  are  thine, 

Accept  the  service  of  our  hands. 

3  Firm,  faithful,  watching  unto  prayer, 
Our  Master's  voice  we  will  obey, 
Toil  in  thy  vineyard  here,  and  bear 
The  heat  and  burden  of  our  day. 

4  Yet  Lord,  for  us  a  resting  place, 

In  heaven— at  thy  right  hand  prepare, 
And,  till  we  see  thee  face  to  face, 
Be  all  our  conversation  there. 


HYMN  47.  C.  M.— Watts. 

1  1%ffY  God>  ™y  P°rtion  aIid  my  love> 
UtM   My  everlasting  all ; 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 
3  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies 
And  this  inferior  clodi 
There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joy*, 
There's  nothing  like  wy  God. 


SOCIAL  PRAYER.  46-49 


3  Not  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art, 

Nor  pleasure's  flowr'y  road, 
Can  to  my  soul  such  bliss  impart 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

4  0  then  from  all  that's  base  and  vain, 

And  from  this  earthly  clod, 

Arise  my  soul  and  strive  to  gain 

Sweet  fellowship  with  God. 

5  And  then  when  I  to  heav'n  ascend, 

And  join  my  blest  abode, 

There  an  eternity  I'll  spend, 

In  fellowship  with  God. 


HYMN  48.  P.  M.  8,  8,  6,  8,  8,  6, 

1  S~^OME  on  my  partners  in  distress, 

%^J  My  comrades  through  this  wilderness, 

Who  still  your  bodies  feel : 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 

The  saints  secure  abode ; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here," 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down ; 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure, 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross  shall  wear  the  crown. 


HYMN  49.  C.  M.— Fawcett, 

1  TOELIGION  iS  the  chief  concern 
JBM>  Of  mortals  here  below; 
May  all  its  great  importance  learn, 

its  sov'reign  virtue  know  ! 

2  More  needful  this,  than  glitt'ring  wealth, 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows  -, 
Nor  reputation,  food  or  health, 
Can  giv^  us  such  repass, 


60-51  SOCIAL  PRAYER. 


3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage, 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom : 
'Twill  lit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  lor  the  awful  tomb. 

4  O  may  my  heart  by  grace  renew'd, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd, 
His  government  to  own. 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith  and  love, 

Be  join'd  with  godly  fear; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 


HYMN  50.  M.  7's.— Massebs. 
True  Religion.    James  i.  27. 
i  5^3^IS  religion  that  can  give 

JSL    Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live ; 
'Tis  religion  must  supply 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 


2  After  death  its  joys  will  be 
Lasting  as  eternity; 
If  the  Saviour  is  my  friend, 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 


HYMN  51.  C.  M. 

1  rW^RY  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground 

JL    Ofev'ry  sinful  heart; 
"Vv  nat'er  of  sin  in  us  be  found, 
O  bid  it  all  depart ! 

2  When  to  the  right  or  left  we  stray, 

Leave  us  not  comfortless  : 
But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlasting  peace. 

3  Help  us  to  help  each  ether,  Lord, 

Each  other's  cross  to  bear ; 
Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 
And  feel  his  brother's  care. 
-1  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 
Our  little  stock  improve  ; 
Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 
5  Up  into  thee,  our  living  head, 
Let  us  in  all  things  grow ; 


SOCIAL  PRAYER.  52-53 


Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  spotless  here  below. 
-6  Then  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought, 
Receive  thy  ready  bride 
Give  us  in  heav'n  a  happy  lot 
With  all  the  sanctified. 


HYMN  52.  C.  M.— Wright. 

Best  things,    l  Cor.  xii.  31. 

1  rBlHE  best  of  wisdom  is  to  know 

JL    The  Father  in  the  Son  j 
The  best  of  power  is  to  bow 
To  what  the  Lord  has  done. 

2  The  best  of  prayer,  is  to  pray 

That  we  may  still  believe ; 

The  best  of  patience,  is  to  stay 

Till  we  a  crown  receive. 

3  The  best  of  watching,  is  to  watch 

Against  the  world  and  sin ; 
Tht  best  of  preaching,  is  to  preach 
Jesus,  and  nought  but  him. 

4  The  best  of  striving,  is  to  strive 

W  ho  shall  in  grace  excel : 
The  best  of  thriving,  is  to  thrive 
By  that  which  feedeth  well. 
.5  Then  let  my  soul  enjoy  the  best, 
For  that  is  best  for  me; 
And  let  me  find  no  lasting  rest, 
But  when  I  rest  in  thee. 


HYMN  53.  C.  M. 

1  £""1  F0R  a  heart  t0  Praise  my  God, 
^_W  A  heart  from  sin  set  free ! 

A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me  i 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  0  for  a  lowly  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true  and  clean  ! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  hirn  that  dwells  within. 
C 


54-55  SOCIAL  PRAYEK. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 

And  full  of  love  divine; 
Perfect  and  right,  and  pure  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine  I 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 

Come  quickly  from  above  I 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  love! 

HYMN  54-  C.  M.— Steele. 

1  ^^OME  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
%^>  And  joy  to  make  it  known ; 

Tne  sov'reign  of  your  hearts  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 

2  Behold  your  Lord,  your  master  crown'd, 

Y^ith  elories  ail  divine! 
And  tell  the  wond'ring  nations  round, 
How  bright  those  glories  shine. 

3  Infinite  pow'r  and  boundless  grace 

In  hirn  unite  their  rays ; 
You  that  have  e'er  beheld  his  face, 
Can  you  forbear  his  praise  ? 

4  When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  vievt 

The  glories  of  our  king, 
We  long  to  love  as  angeis  do, 
And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

5  And  snail  we  long  and  wish  in  vain? 

Lord,  teach  our  songs  to  rise: 
Thy  love  can  animate  the  strain, 
And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 

6  0  happy  period  !  glorious  day ! 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 
With  all  their  pow'rs  th'  enraptur'd  lay, 
To  celebrate  thy  praise. 


HYMN  55.  P.  M.  7,  6, 7,  7, 

1     A  ATTEND  us  now,  Jehovah  ! 
,/-%   Attend  us  now,  Jehovah  I 
Attend  us  now,  Jehovah ! 

In  our  prayer  meeting ; 
And  may  we  feel  thy  power 
In  this  propitious  hour; 
And  may  we  feel  thy  power 

In  this  prayer  meeting. 


SOCIAL  PRAYER.  56 

2  Attend  us  now,  dear  Jesus!    :D:  sfls 

In  our  prayer  meeting ; 
And  may  we  rind  thy  favour, 
Thou  ever  blessed  Saviour— 
And  may  we  find  thy  favour,    In  this,  <$-c. 

3  Attend  us  now,  blest  Spirit! 

In  our  prayer  meeting; 
Convict  and  renovate  us, 
Anew  in  Christ  create  us— 
Convict  and  renovate  us,    In  this,  4-c. 

4  Attend  us  now,  old  people,    :fl:  :U: 

In  our  prayer  meeting ; 
Come  bow  your  hearts  before  him, 
Your  maker,  and  adore  him— 
Come  bow  your  hearts  before  him,  v  In  this.  frc. 

5  Attend  us  now,  young  people,    :U:  :tt) 

In  our  prayer  meeting — 
Give  up  your  hearts  to  Jesus, 
Who'll  from  pollution  free  us— 
Give  up  your  hearts  to  Jesus,    In  this,  fyc. 

6  0  sinners  now  attend  us,    :fl:  :D; 

In  our  prayer  meeting- 
Believe,  repent,  this  moment, 
Fly  to  the  great  atonement- 
Believe,  repent,  this  moment,    In  this,  $~c. 


HYMN  56.  M.  7's. 

1  |T^o:i*E,  and  taste  along  with  me, 
S^J  Consolation  running  free, 
l-'ioin  my  fathers  wealthy  throne, 
Sweeter  than  the  honey  comb. 

2  Why  should  Christians  feast  alone  ? 
All  are  better  far  than  some ; 

Th'  more  come  in  with  free  good  will, 
Makes  the  banquet  sweeter  still. 

3  Nov/  I  go  to  heaven's  door, 
Asking  for  a  little  more ; 
Jesus  gives  a  double  share. 
Calling  me  his  chosen  heir. 

4  Heaven's  here  and  heaven's  there, 
Goodness  flowing  ev'ry  where, 
This  I  boldly  can  attest, 

That  my  soul  has  got  a  taste. 


$7-58  SOCIAL  PRAYER. 

HYMN  57.  M.  7%— Cotigk. 

*  4T1HILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  king, 
\^J  As  we  journey  let  us  sing 
Sing  our  Saviours  worthy  praise ; 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways ! 

2  We  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O  ye  banished  seed  be  glad, 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Fear  not  brethren,  joyful  stand, 
On  the  borders  of  our  land, 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  son, 
Bids  us  undismay'd  go  on. 

5  Lord!  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  stUl  will  follow  thee ! 

IIYMN  58.  C.  |f. 

^"I^OUNTAIN  of  life,  to  all  below, 
gO     Let  thy  salvation  roll; 
Water,  replenish  and  o'erflow 
Ev'ry  believing  soul. 

2  Into  that  happy  number,  Lord, 

Us  weary  sinners  take ; 
Jesus  fulfil  thy  gracious  word, 
For  thine  own  mercy  sake. 

3  Turn  back  our  nature's  rapid  tide, 

And  we  shall  flow  to  thee, 
While  down  the  stream  of  time  we  glide, 
To  our  eternity. 

4  The  well  of  life  to  us  thou  art, 

Of  joy  the  swelling  flood  ; 
Wafted  by  the  with  willing  heart, 
We  swift  return  to  God. 

5  We  soon  shall  reach  the  boundless  sea— 

Into  thy  fulness  fall ; 
Be  lost  and  swollow'd  up  in  thee. 
Our  God.  our  all  in  all. 


SOCIAL  PRAYER.  59-61 

HYMN  59.  C.  M.— Newtox. 

2  fh  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 
\Jf  For  here  we  trust  thou  art ! 
Send  down  a  coal  of  heav'nly  fire, 
To  warm  each  waiting  heart. 

2  Show  us  some  tokens  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise ; 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  Within  these  walls  let  holy  praise, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  concience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind  bestow ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

HYMN  60.  L,  M.— Eixicqtt. 

1  fW^HOU,  who  for  sinners  once  was  slain, 

a     Once  dead,  but  now  alive  again, 
Give  me  to  know,  to  taste  and  prove, 
The  pow'r  and  sweetness  of  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  to  feel  my  sins  forgiVn,* 
And  know  myself  an  heir  of  heav'n^ 
My  concience  sprinkle  with  thy  blood, 

•And  fill  me  with  the  love  of  God. 


HYMN  61.  U  M.  —Watts. 

*  "HZgROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
JL9  And  thousands  walk  together  there, 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command^ 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heav'nly  laitd, 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  esteem'd  almost  a  saint, 
And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure \ 


62-63  SOCIAL  PRAYER, 


HYMN  62.  C  M. 

The  road  to  Hell  and  Heaven  described.  Matt.  vil.  13, 14. 

1  ^^7"IDE  is  the  £ate>  and  broad  the  waj^ 
-   ig  W     Which  leads  to  endless  woe  1 

My  soul,  behold  what  multitudes 
Down  to  perdicion  go ! 

2  But  yonder  see  that  narrow  path, 

Which  leads  to  endless  bi'ss — 

There  see  a  happy,  chosen  iew, 

Redeem'd  by  sov'reign  grace. 

3  They  from  destruction's  city  came, 

To  Sion  upward  tend  : 
The  Bible  is  their  precious  map, 
And  God  himself  their  friend, 

4  Dear  Lord  I  I  would  a  pilgrim  be, 

Guide  thou  my  feet  aright ; 
I  would  not  for  ten  thousand  worlds  ;  . 
Be  banish'd  from  thy  sight. 

5  'Tis  heaven  to  see  thy  blissful  face— 

I  long  to  dwell  above, 
To  feast  on  thy  unbounded  stores, 
And  praise  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  63.  L.  M.—  Watts. 

The  beatitudes.    Matt.  v.  2-12. 

1  "WT&LEST  are  the  humble  souls  that  sea 
JB3  Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart— 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  our  woes 

3  Elest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rase  and  passion,  noise  and  war- 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Elest  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness ! 
They  shall  be  well  supplied,  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  bowels  move 
And  melt  With  sympathy  and  love— 
From  Christ,  the  Lord,  they  shall  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 


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SOCIAL  PRAYER. 

s  Elest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  sin— 
With  endless  pleasures  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

7  Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife— 
They  shall  he  cali'd  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

8  Blest  are  the  suff'rers  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake— 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 


HYMN  64.  C.  M.— Watts. 

The  'pilgrimage  of  the  saints  from  Earth  to  Heaven, 

1  H"    ORD,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
M_A  That  yields  us  no  suaply  ; 

No  uieering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees, 
Nor  streams  of  living  joy ! 

2  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground, 

And  mortal  poisons  grow  ; 
And  all  the  riverd  that  are  found. 
With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode, 

Lies  through  this  horrid  land  ; 
Lord  we  would  keep  the  heavenly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  By  glimmering  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 

We  trace  the  dang'rous  road  ; 
Through  dismal  deeps  and  Satan's  snares, 
We  make  our  way  to  God. 

5  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, J 

But  we  march  upwards  still; 
Forget  the  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  aim  for  Zions  hill. 

6  See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates,' 

Inviting  us  to  come; 
There  Jesus,  the  forerunner,  waits, 
To  welcome  travellers  home. 


HYMN  65.  P.  M.  8's  &  7's. 

1  "^^TaNDERING  pilgrims,  mourning  christians, 
f  y     Weak  and  temptcu  Lambs  of  Christ, 


OO  SOCIAL  PRAYER, 

Who  endure  great  tribulation, 
And  with  sins  are  much  distress'd, 

Christ  has  sent  me  to  invite  you 
To  a  rich  and  costly  feast ; 

Let  not  shame  or  pride  prevent  you,  * 
Come,  the  rich  provisions  taste. 

2  If  you  have  a  heart  lamenting, 

And  bemoan  your  wretched  case, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  repenting, 

He  will  give  you  gospel  grace. 
If  you  want  a  heart  to  fear  him, 

Love  and  serve  him  all  your  day??, 
Only  come  to  Christ  and  ask  him, 

He  will  guide  your  feet  always. 

3  If  your  heart  is  unbelieving, 

Doubting  Jesus'  pard'ning  love, 
,    Lay  hard  by  Bethesda,  waiting, 

Till  the  troubled  waters  move ; 
If  no  man  appears  to  help  you, 

All  their  efforts  prove  but  talk ; 
Jesus,  Jesus,  he  will  cleanse  you— 

Rise,  take  up  your  bed  and  walk. 
If  like  Peter  you  are  sinking 

In  the  sea  of  unbelief, 
Wait  with  patience,  always  praying,! 

Christ  will  send  you  sweet  relief. 
He  will  give  you  grace  and  glory, 

All  your  wants  shall  be  supplied  ; 
Canaan,  Canaan,  lies  before  you, 

Rise  and  cross  the  swelling  tide. 
5  Death  shall  not  destroy  your  comfort, 

Christ  shall  guard  you  thro'  the  gloom, 
Down  he'll  send  a  heavenly  convoy, 

To  convey  you  to  his  home. 
There  you'll  spend  your  days  in  pleasure, 

Free  from  every  want  and  care ; 
Come,  oh  come,  my  blessed  Saviour, 

Fain  my  spirit  would  be  there. 


HYMN  66>  C.  M.— Cowper. 

The  mysteries  of  Providence.    John  xiii.  1. 

1  M^i  OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
%JBT  His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm, 


SOCIAL  PICAYER,  67 


2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never  failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints  fresh  courage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  or  fhis  grace ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence, 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour  j 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  floVr. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain? 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 


HYMN  61.  M.  8  lines  8's. 

1  f  glHOQ  Shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine, 
JBL    The  joy  and  desire  of  my  hear U 
For  closer  communion  I  pine, 

I  long  to  reside  where  thou  art. 
The  pasture  I  languish  to  find, 

Where  all  who  their  shepherd  obey, 
Are  fed,  on  thy  bosom  reclin'd, 

And  screen' d  from  the  heat  of  the  day. 
%  Ah !  show  me  that  happiest  place,. 

That  place  of  thy  people's  abode* 
Where  saints  in  an  ecstacy  gaze, 

And  hang  on  a  merciful  God. 
Thy  love  for  a  sinner  declare, 

Thy  passion  and  death  on  the  tree; 
My  spirit  to  Calvary  bear, 

To  suffer  and  triumph  with  thee. 
3  'Tis  there  with  the  iambs  of  thy  floek, 

There  only  I  covet  to  rest ; 
To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock 

Or  rise  to  be  hid  in  thy  breast. 
'Tis  there  I  would  always  abide, 

And  never  a  moment  depart ; 
Gonceal'd  in  the  cleft  of  thy  side, 

Eternally  held  in  thy  heart. 


68-69  SOCIAL  PRAYER. 

JIY'MN  68.  P.  M.  8,  7,  8,7,  8 

'IJIF  the  lamb  Had  not  been  slain, 
QJ?  To  save  us  from  perdition, 
Anrl  everlasting  life  to  gain, 

What  had  been  our  condition? 
But  since  poor  sinners  favor'd  are, 
To  have  a  friend:  so  very  dear, 

"We  cannot  but  be  happy. 

2  As  pardon'd  sinners  we  rejoice 

With  Jesus'  congregation ; 
Above  all  other  things  we  prize 

His  bitter  death  and  passion; 
His  wounds,  his  tears,  his  bloody  sweat, 
We  bear  in  mini  and  can't  forget 

His  unexampled  mercy. 

3  0  brethren!  let  us  raise  our  hearts, 

To  praise  the  king  of  glory; 
And  let  us  all  with  one  accord, 

Sing  glory,  gloiy,  glory. 
Ye  angels  join  with  saints  to  sin?. 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring. 

With  gioryr  hallelujah. 


HYMN  69.  P.  M.-7's  &  6's, 

1  4~feH,  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
%JP  And  dwell  with  him  ab.jve, 
To  drink  the  flowing  fountains 

Of  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  deliver'd 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus. 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  captain's  gone  before, 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

Anci  tells  me  naE  to  fsar. 
And  if  I  holdout  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Thro'  grace,  1  am  de'termin'd 

To  conquer,  though  I  die ; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow,' 

2  bid  them  e.U  adieu  ; 


SOCIAL  PRAYER. 

And  you  my  friends  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 
4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  the  way, 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray, 
Gird  on  your  heavenly  armor, 

Of  faith^and  hope,  and  love, 
And  when  your  raceis  ended, 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 
8  0  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend. 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend, 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request, 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer. 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 


HYMN  1Q.  P.  M.  8,7,  8,  7,  4,  7.— Robinsox. 

Christ  our  Guide.    Ps.  xlvii.  14, 

1  £T1  UIDE  us,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 
%JT  Pilgrims  through  this  Darren  land  ; 
We  are  weak,  but  thou  art  miehty, 

Hold  us  with  thy  powxrful  hands 

Eread  of  heaven, 
Feed  us  till  we  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  Lord,  thy  chrystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  waters  flow, 
Let  thy  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 
Lead  us  all  our  journey  through. 

Strong  deliv'rer, 

Be  thou  still  our  strength  and  shield, 

2  When  we  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  our  anxious  fears  subside  ; 

Foe  to  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 

Land  us  safe  on  Canaan's  side, 

Songs  of  praises, 
We  wisl  ever  give  to  thee. 


71-72  BEFORE  SERMON* 

HYft££JS  BEFORE  SERMON*: 

OR  THE 

Reading  of  the  Holy  Scriptures. 

HYMN  11.  L.  M.— Fawcett. 

1  fWllIY  presence,  graeious  God,  afford, 

H     Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word ; 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mixt  with  what  we  hear. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above ; 
With  food  divine  may  we  be  fed, 
And  satisfi'd  with  living  bread. 

3  To  us  thy  sacred  word  apply, 
With  sov'reign  pow'r  and  energy,. 
And  may  we,  in  thy  faith,  and  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

HYMN  12.  C.  M.—  Hoskins. 

1  fN  thy  great  name,  0  Lord,  we  come, 
JH.  To  worship  at  thy  feet; 

O,  pour  thy  -holy  spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet. 

2  We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 

To  hear  the  Saviour's  voice: 
Thy  face  and  favor,  Lord,  we  seek, 

Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 
S  Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear, 

And  understand  thy  word ; 
To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 

And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

4  Here  let  thy  pow'r  and  grace  be  felt, 

Thy  love  and  mercy  known ; 

Our  icy  hearts,  dear  Jesus,  melt, 

And  break  this  flinty  stone. 

5  Let  sinners,  Lord,  thy  goodness  prove, 

And  saints  rejoice  in  thee; 
:    Let  rebels  be  subdued  by  love, 
And  to  the  Saviour  flee. 


BEFORE  SERMON.  73-73 

HYMN  13.  M.  7's— Hoskins. 

i  £Ti  RACIOUS  Father,  gracious  Lord, 

^35"  Give  us  ears  to  hear  thy  word  -, 

Give  us  hearts  to  love  and  fear, 

Give  us  now  to  rind  the  near. 
2  Let  us  know  and  praise  thee  more, 

Let  us  live  on  mercy's  store, 

Let  us  sing  our  Saviour's  love, 

Till  we  join  the  saints  above. 
;3  Then  we'll  praise  thee  and  adore, 

On  the  happy  blissful  shore ; 

Praise,  with  all  the  heav'nly  host, 

Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 


HYMN  14.  C.  M. 

i  ^"^OME,  0  thou  all  victorious  Lord, 
%^J  Thy  pow'r  to  us  make  known, 
feu  ike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word,  ' 
And  break  these  hearts  of  stone. 

2  Speak  with  the  voice  which  wakes  the  dead, 

And  bid  the  sleeper  rise, 
And  let  each  guilty  conscience  dread 
The  death  that  never  dies. 

3  To  them  a  sense  of  guilt  impart, 

And  then  remove  the  load, 
Quicken,  aIKi  waSh  the  troubled  heart 
In  thine  atoneujg  blood. 

4  Their  desp'rate  state  through  sin  declare 

And  speak  their  sins  forgiv'n  ; 

By  daily  growth  in  grace  prepare, 

Then  take  them  up  to  heav'n. 


HMYN  15.  P.  M.  8,  7,  8,  7,  4,  7, 

'■'  JT^OME,  thou  soul  transforming  Spirit, 
^J  Bless  the  sower  and  the  seed ; 
Let  each  heart  thy  grace  inherit, 
Raise  the  weak,  the  hungry  feed— 
From  the  gospel 
Now  supply  thy  people's  need. 
2  0  may  all  enjoy  the  blessing 

Which  thy  word's  designate  give ; 


73-77  BEFORE  SEEMON. 


Let  us,  all  thy  love  possessing, 
Joyfully  the  truth  receive— 
And  forever 
To  thy  praise  and  glory  live ! 


HYMN  76.  C.  M. 

MOW,  Lord,  inspire  the  preacher's  heart, 
And  teach  his  tongue  to  speak; 
1 oou  to  the  hungry  soul  impart, 

And  succour  to  the  weak. 
Furnish  us  all  witn  light  and  pow'rs, 

To  walk  in  wisdom's  ways; 
So  shall  the  benefit  be  ours, 
And  thou  shalt  bave  the  praise. 


HYMN  71.  P.  M.  7,6,7,  6, 7,  7,7,  6.-Askiss. 

1  lOTOLY  God,  and  hast  thou  sent 
JUL  ivia  here  to  preach  to  day? 
on :  uaptise  my  soul  with  fire, 

And  point  me  out  the  way, 
White  1  draw  the  gospel  bow, 

Jesus  let  thine  arrows  fly, 
May  each  sinner  feel  this  day, 

That  Christ  for  him  did  die. 

2  Lord,  we  have  assembled  here 

To  hear  what  thou  wiit  say ; 
From  the  east  and  from  the  west, 

Yea  north  and  south  to  pray— 
If  I'm  sent  to  preach  thy  word, 

Holy  God,  display  thy  pow'r; 
May  we  have  a  Pentecost, 

A  sweet  refreshing  show'r. 

3  Lord  of  Heav'n  and  earth  descend 

And  fedd  thy  lambs  to  day  ; 
Help  us  in  thy  name  to  preach, 

To  hear,  to  sing  and  pray. 
O,  for  streams  of  grace  and  love? 

O,  for  floods  of  life  and  pow'r: 
Lord,  we  beg,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

A  sweet  refreshing  show'r. 


AFTER  SERMON.  78-80 

AFTER  SEBMON. 

HYMN  18.  C.  M. 

*  °^r°w  Lord> tne  heav'nly  seed  is  sown, 
JJsg    Be  it  thy  servant's  care. 
Thy  heav'nly  blessings  to  bring  down, 
By  humble,  fervent  pray'r. 

2  In  vain  we  plant  without  thine  aid, 

And  wat;r  too  in  vain; 
Lord  of  the  harvest,  God  of  grace, 
Send  down  thy  heav'nly  rain. 

3  Then  shall  our  cheerful  hearts  and  tongues 

Begin  this  song  divine— 
"Thou.  Lord,  hast  giv'n  the  rich  increase, 
And  be  the  glory  thine." 


HYMN  19.  P.  M.  6,  6,  6,  ( 

1  P||lo  thee  our  wants  are  known, 
JL  Prom  thee  are  all  our  pow'rs. 
Accept  what  is  thine  own, 

And  pardon  what  is  ours. 
Our  praises,  Lord,  and  pray'rs  receive, 
And  to  thy  word  a  blessing  give. 
I  2  On  what  has  now  been  sown, 
Thy  blessing,  Lord,  bestow; 
The  pow'r  is  thine  alone, 

To  make  it  spring  and  grow; 
Do  thou  the  gracious  harvest  raise, 
And  thou  alone  shalt  have  the  praise. 


HYMN  SO.  P.  M-  8,  7,  8,  7,  4,  f. 

1  Q*INNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message 
£!9  Sent  in  mercy  from  above? 
Ev'ry  sentence— Oh,  how  tender! 
Ev'ry  line  is  full  of  love— 
Listen  to  it, 
£v'ry  line  is  full  of  love. 


81  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 


2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel, 

News  from  ZLon's  king  proclaim, 
To  each  rebel  sinner,  "Pardon, 

Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 
How  important! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name! 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succour, 

Fearful  hearts  they  quell  your  fears  \ 
And  with  news  of  consolation, 

Chase  away  the  falling  tears: 
Tender  heralds, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4  False  professors,  grov'ling  worldlings, 

Callous  hearers  of  the  word, 
While  the  messengers  address  you, 

Take  the  warnings  they  afford ; 
We  entreat  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford. 

5  Who  hath  our  report  believed, 

Who  receiv'd  the  joyful  word  1 
Who  embrac'd  the  news  of  pardon, 

Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  1 
Can  you  slight  it, 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

6  0,  ye  angels  hov'ring  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits  speed  your  way, 
Hasten  to  the  couit  of  heaven, 

Tidings  bear  without  delay; 
Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 


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HYMNS 

FOR 

FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

MORNING    HYMNS. 

HYMN  81.  L.  M. 

1    A  WAKE,  our  souls,  and  with  the  sun 
Jr%.  Your  daily  course  of  duty  run^ 
Shaae  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise, 
To  pay  your  morning  sacrilkc. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP,  8£~S3 

S  Blessed  be  God,  who  safe  has  kept, 
And  has  refresh'd  us,  while  we  slept: 
Now  help  us  Lord  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  serve  thee  faithfully  to-day. 

3  O  Lord,  illume,  direct  our  way, 
In  all  we  think,  or  do,  or  say; 

That  all  our  pow'rs,  with  all  their  might 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

4  Teach  each  of  us,  thy  will  to  know, 
And  do  the  same  while  here  below, 
So  that  w  hen  we  from  death  awake 
We  may  of  endless  life  partake. 


HYMN  82.  C.  M. 


1  "H"    ORD  in  the  morning  I  will  sen-1 
Mji  My  pray'r  to  reach  thine  ear; 
Thou  art  my  father  apd  my  friend, 

My  help  forever  near. 

2  O  lead  me,  keep  me  all  this  day, 

Near  thee  in  perfect  peace ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  to  watch  and  pray, 
To  pray  and  never  cease. 

3  I  know  my  roving  feet  will  err, 

Unless  thou  be  my  guide- 
Warn  me  of  ev'ry  foe  and  snare, 
And  keep  me  near  thy  side. 

4  So  shall  I  pass  all  dangers  safe, 

And  tread  the  tempter  .down  ; 
My  hope,  my  trust,  joy  and  relief, 
Shall  be  in  thee  alone, 
e  Thus  let  my  moments  smoothly  run, 
And  sing  my  hours  away, 
Till  ev'ning  shade  and  setting  sun 
Conclude  in  endless  day. 


HYMN  83.  M.  7's. 

1  "foTow  the  shades  of  night  are  gone, 
J3J    Now  the  morning  light  is  come; 
Lord,  we  would  be  thine  today, 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Make  our  souls  as  noon-day  clear, 
Banish  ev'ry  doubt  and  fear  j 

In  thy  vineyard,  Lord,  to-day, 
We  would  labor,  wo  would  pray. 

P 


84-85  FAMILY  WORSHIP* 


3  Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound, 
Rising  up  and  sitting  down, 
Going  out  and  coming  in, 
Keep  us  safe  from  ev'ry  sin. 

4    When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 
O,  receive  us  then  at  last! 
Night  of  sin  will  be  no  more, 
"When  we  reach  the  heav'nly  shore. 


HYMN  84.  C.  M. 

1  ^OLTHEN  we>  witn  welcome  slumber  press'i 
V  v     Had  clos'd  our  weary  eyes, 
A  pow'r  unseen  secur'd  our  reit, 
And  made  us  joyful  rise. 
5  Numbers  this  night  have  doubtless  met 
Their  long  eternal  doom, 
And  lost  the  joys  of  morning  light 
In  death's  tremendous  gloom. 
3  But  life. to  us  its  light  prolongs, 
Let  warmest  thanks  arise; 
Great  God,  accept  our  morning  songs, 
Our  willing  sacrifice. 


HYMN  85.  S.  M.— Scott. 

1  SjjEE  how  the  morning  sun 
►3  Pursues  his  shining  way; 

And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praiss, 
With  ev'ry  bright'ning  ray. 

2  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 

Its  heav'uly  parent  sing, 
And  to  its  great  original, 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  1  laid  me  down, 

Beneath  his  guardian  care : 
I  slept,  and  I  awoke  and  found 
My  kind  preserver  near. 

4  My  life  I  would  anew 

Devote,  O  Lord,  to  thee ; 
And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.  86-81 

HYMN  88.  C.  M.— Deacon. 

1  A  RISE,  my  soul,  and  praise  the  Lord, 
£m   For  all  his  rich  supplies ; 

His  goodness  has  again  restor'd 
My  dormant  faculties. 

2  Rais'd  from  the  slumbers  of  the  night. 

In  which  I  helpless  lay: 
Lord,  I  adore  thee  for  the  light 
Of  this  returning  day. 

3  I  bless  thee  for  thy  gracious  care, 

Vouchaf'd  to  me  and  mine; 
0  may  we  still  thy  goodness  share, 
And  be  forever  thine. 


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EVENING    HYMNS, 

HYMN  87.  S.  M. 

5   P1HHE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
JH.    The  ev'ning  shades  appear; 
Oh  may  we  all  remember  well, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  "We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess.. 

3  Lord, -keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears, 
Beneath  the  shaddow  of  thy  wings* 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise, 

And  view  th'  unweari'd  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  my  love  I 


88-90        .     FAMILY  WORSHIP. 


HYMN  88.  L.  M. 


1  f^  LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
^W  For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light, 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  kin°  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  own  son, 
The  ills  that  1  this  day  have  done; 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  O  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose ! 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eye-lids  close; 
►Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 
&  Teach  me  to  live  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment  day. 


HYMN  89.  G.  M.—  M asox, 

I  ~^TOW,  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts, 
JJyi    Let  warmest  thanks  arise  ; 
Assist  us  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  ev'ning  sacrifice. 
!   This  day,  God  was  our  sun  and  shield, 
Our  keeper  and  our  gujde; 
His  care  was  on  our' weakness  shown, 
His  mercies  multiplied, 
s  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied 
Have  made  up  all  this  day; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift  and  free  than  they. 
i  New  time,  new  favors,  and  new  joys, 
Do  a  new  song  require : 
Till  we  snail  praise  thee  as  we  would,  ' 
Accept  our  hearts  desire, 


HYMN  90.  C.  M.—S.  Djeacq.v, 

I  "H*N  Jesus'  name  we  come  to  thee, 
■  Thou  God  of  holiness ! 
For  Jesus'  sake,  look  down,  and  »e9 
tjf  at  thy  throne  of  grae*. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.  91-92 


%  TVe  thank  thee,  Lord,  for  ev'ry  good 
Conferr'd  on  us  and  ours: 
For  house,  apparel,  health  and  food, 
For  all  thy  bounty  pours. 
8  Oh !  take  us  in  thy  arms,  and  keep 
Us  through  the  silent  night: 
Give  us  refreshment  in  our  sleep, 
And  fit  us  for  the  light. 


HYMN  91.  C.  M.— S.  Deacon 

1  £Th  LORD,  another  day  is  flown, 
%Jp  And  we,  a  lonely  band 
Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne, 
To  bless  thy  fost'ring  hand. 
a  Preserv'd  by  thee,  another  day, 
Another  song  we  raise; 
For  Jesus  sake,  accept,  we  pray, 
Our  gratitude  and  praise. 
4  Now  take  us  underneath  thy  wing— 
Our  God  our  guardian  be; 
That  in  the  morning  we  may  sing 
Another  Hymn  to  thee. 


HYMN  92.  C.  M. 

Saturday  night. 
EGONE,  my  wordly  cares  away, 


Let  a 


Nor  dare  to  tempt  my  sight; 
me  begin  the  ensuing  day, 
Before  I  end  this  night. 

3  Yes  let  the  work  of  pray'r  and  praisa 

Employ  my  heart  and  tongue; 
Begin,  my  soul!  thy  sabbath  days 

Can  never  be  too  long. 
s  Let  the  past  mercies  of  the  week 

Excite  a  grateful  frame  ; 
Nor  let  my  tongue  refuse  to  speak 

Some  good  of  Jesus'  name. 

4  On  wings  of  expectation  borne, 

My  hopes  to  heav'n  ascend, 

I  long  to  welcome  in  the  morn, 

With  then  the  day  to  spend. 


93-94  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 


SABBATH. 

s  HYMN  93.  L.  M. ' 

Sabbath  morning. 

1  #^^OME,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day, 

j      %~J  Come,  bear  our  thoughts  from  eanh  away, 
Now  let  our  noblest  passions  rise 
"With  ardour  to  their  native  skies. 

2  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 

j     With  rays  of  light  upon  us  shine, 
And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blest, 
On  this  sweet  day  of  sacred  rest. 
2  0  may  our  pray'rs  and  praises  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies, 
And  draw  from  heav'n  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  who  feels  it  knows. 
4  Then  when  our  Sabbaths  here  are  o'er, 

]     And  we  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore, 
With  all  the  ransom'd  we  shall  spend 
A  sabbath  which  shall  never  end. 


HYMN  94.  S.  M.— Watts. 

1  "^"^7'ELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
T&W     That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 
1  The  King  himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  his  saints  to-day. 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  day3 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

in  such  a  frame  as  this;j 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


JF 


MONTHLY  CONCERT.  95-96 

HYMN  95.  C.  M.— Browit, 

Sabbath  evening. 
REQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns, 


To  shed  its  quick'ning  beams, 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  bur;is, 
How  languid  are  its  flames  l 
•3  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 
Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive  ; 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 
S  Increase,  O  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 
And  fit  us  to  ascend, 
"Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
And  Sabbaths  never  end. 
4  There  we  shall  breathe  in  heav'nly  air, 
With  heav'nly  lustre  shine; 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 


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HYMNS 

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MISSIONARY  PRAYER  MEETINGS, 

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HYMN  9G.  g.  M. 

1  ^T|  GOD  of  sov'reign  grace, 
^Uf  We  bow  before  thy  throne ; 
And  plead,  for  all  the  human  race. 
The  merits  of  thy  Son. 
•=2  Spread  thro'  the  earth,  0  Lor.?, 
The  knowledge  of  thy  ways.; 
And  let  all  lands  with  joy  record 
The  great  .Redeemer's  praise  < 


97-99       Monthly  concert. 

HYMN  97.  L.  M. 

J  fW^HY  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word, 
JBL    And  wait  the  smiling  of  thy  face, 
Assemble  round  thy  mercy  seat, 
And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace. 

2  We  consecrate  these  hours  to  thee* 
Thy  sovreign  mercy  to  entreat ; 
And  feel  some  animating  hope 
We  shall  divine  acceptance  meet. 

3  Hast  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Sori; 
That  his  dominion  shall  extend, 
Till  ev'ry  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 
And  ev'ry  knee  before  him  bend? 

4  Now  let  the  happy  time  appear, 
The  time  to  favor  Zion  come ; 
Send  forth  thy  heralds  far  and  near, 
To  call  poor  careless  sinners  home. 


HYMN  98.  L.  M. 


INDULGENT  God  to  thee  we  pray 


with  us  on  this  solemn  day  \ 
Smile  on  our  souls,  our  plans  approve, 
By  which  we  seek  to  spread  thy  love. 

2  Let  party  prejudice  be  gone, 
And  love  unite  our  hearts  in  one; 
Let  all  we  have  and  are  combine, 
To  aid  thi£  glorious  work  of  thine^ 

3  We  long  to  have  the  day  appear, 
The  promis'd  great  Sabbatic  year; 
When,  far  from  grief,  and  sin  and  hell, 
Israel  in  ceaseless  peace  shall  dwell. 

4  Till  then,  we  will  not  let  thee  rest, 
Thou  still  shalt  hear  our  strong  request 
And  this  our  daily  prayer  shall  be, 
Lord,  sound  the  trump  of  jubilee. 


HYMN  99.  L.  M.— Beddoxe, 

1  A  SCEND  thy  throne,  Almighty  kin?, 
/§L  And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad ; 
Let  thy  own  arm  salvation  brine,  m 

And  be  thou  known,  the  gracious  God. 


MONTHLY  CONCERT.  100-1 


2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, 
Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face, 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdu'd  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

5  Oh,  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Become  the  kingdom  of  the  Lord, 
Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name, 
Be  thou  thro'  heav'n  and  earth  ador'd. 


HYMN  100.  C.   M. 

i  PinHUS  soith  the  Lord,  'My  sen  shall  reign 
_H_    To  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 
I  will  his  holy  throne  maintain, 
And  all  his  foes  confound. 
2  Arise,  O  God,  thy  strength  display. 
Stretch  forth  thy  conquering  sword  ; 
O'er  every  land  thy  sceptre  sway, 
And  shed  thy  grace  abroad. 
8  Soon  may  the  Gentile  and  the  Jew 
With  one  consent  submit ; 
.A*>d  men  of  every  name  and  hue, 
Bow  at  Immanuel's  feet. 
4  Send  forth  thy  Spirit  with  thy  wort?, 
To  every  tribe  and  tongue  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  praise  tf.e  Lord, 
In  one  delightful  song. 

HYMN  101.  L.  M.— Dodkidge. 

1  TNDULGENT  Sov'reign  of  the  skies, 
■   And  wilt  thou  bow  thy  gracious  ear? 

While  feeble  mortals  raise  their  cries, 
"Wilt  thou,  the  great  Jehovah,  hear  ? 

2  How  shall  thy  seryants  give  thee  rest, 
•    Till  Zion's  mouldering  walls  thou  raise ; 

Till  thy  own  power  shall  stand  confesb'd, 
And  make  Jerusalem  a  praise  ? 

3  For  this  a  lowly  suspliant  crowd, 
Here  in  thy  sacred  temple  wait : 
For  this  we  lift  our  voices  loud, 
And  call,  and  knock  at  mercy's  gate. 

i  Look  down,  0  God,  with  pitying  eye, 

And  view  the  desolation  round ; 
j   See  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 

And  hurl  their  idols  to  the  ground, 


102-3  MONTHLY  CONCERT. 


5  Loud  let  the  gospel  trumpet  blow, 
Anrl  call  the  nations  from  afar; 
Let  all  the  Isles  their  saviour  know, 
And  earth's  ramotest  ends  draw  near. 


HYMN  102.  C.  M.—  Gibbons. 

Prayer  for  the  success  of  Missions.    Pa.  Ixxli.  7,  t. 

1  "B~    ORD,  send  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly, 
M_A  Arm'd  with  ihy  Spirit's  power ; 
Ten  thousand  shall  confess  its  sway, 

And  bless  the  saving  hour, 

2  Beneath  the  influence  of  thy  grace, 

The  barren  wastes  shall  rise, 
With  sudden  greens,  and  fruits  array 'd 
A  blooming  Paradise. 

3  True  holiness  shall  strike  its  root, 

In  each  regen'rate  heart ; 
Shall  in  a  growth  divine  arise, 
And  heavenly  fruits  impart. 

4  Peace  with  her  olives  crown'd  shall  stretch 

Her  wings  from  shore  to  shove ; 
No  trump  shall  rouse  the  rage  of  war, 
Nor  murd'rous  cannon  roar. 

5  Lord  for  those  days  we  wait— those  days 

Are  in  thy  word  foretold  ; 
Fly  swifter,  sun,  and  stars,  and  bring 
This  promis'd  age  of  gold. 

6  Amen— with  joy  diving,  let  earth's 

Unumber'd  myriads  cry ; 
Amen— with  joy  divine,  let  heav'ns 
Unnumber'd  choirs  reply. 


HYMN  103.  P.  M.  8,  7,  8,  7,  4,  7. 

1  lOj'EI1  the  gtoomy  -hills  of  darkness, 
^J?  Look  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze, 
Ail  the  promises  do  travail 
With  a  glorious  day  of  grace ; 
Blessed  jub'lee,  § 

Let  the  glorious  morning  dawn. 
S  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 
Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light. 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night, 
And  redemption 
Freely  purchas'd,  win  the  day. 


MONTHLY  COTCERT,  104-5 


I  Fly  abroad  thou  mighty  gospel, 
Win  and  conquer,  never  cease, 
May  thy  lasting  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase  ; 
Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 


HYMN  104.  C.  M.— Rippox, 

1  #~^  RE  AT  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth, 
<%JS~  Are  by  creation  thine  i 
And  in  thy  works  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radient  glories  shine. 
!  But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 
Thy  gospel  to  mankind ; 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasur'd  in  thy  mind. 
:  Lord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 
The  spacious  earth  around  ) 
Till  ev'ry  tribe,  and  ev'ry  soul 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound? 
|  0  !  when  shall  Afric's  sable  sons 
Enjoy  the  heav'nly  word, 
And  vassals  long  enslav'd  become 
The  freemen  of  the  Lord  ? 
i  When  shall  th'  untutor'd  Heathen  tribes 
A  dark  bewilder'd  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  ImmanveVs  feet, 
And  learn  to  see  his  grace? 
i  Haste  sov'reign  mercy,  and  transform 
Their  cruelty  to  love  : 
Soften  the  Tiger  to  a  lamb, 
The  Vulture  to  a  dove. 
'  Smile,  Lord,  en  ev'ry  effort  made 
To  spread  the  gospel's  rays ; 
And  build  on  sin's  demolish 'd  thrones 
The  temples  of  thy  praise ! 


HYMN  105.  L.  M. 

Isa.  Ii.  9. 

ARM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake ' 
Put  on  thy  strength— the  nations  shall 
Ami  let  the  world,  adorins,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 


106-7  MONTHLY  CONCERT. 


2  Say  to  the  heathen  from  thy  throne, 
"I  am  Jehovah— God  alone!" 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. . 

3  No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt, 
Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt  I 
But  to  each  conscience  lie  appli'd 
The  blood  that  flow'd  from  Jesus'  side. 

i  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  proclaim, 
In  ev'ry  land,  of  ev'ry  name; 
Let  adverse  pow'rs  before  the  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour— Lord  of  all. 


HYMN  106.  P.  M.  8,  7,  7,  8,  4,  7. 

1  ""O^HO  but  thou,  Almighty  Spirit, 
fV     Can  the  heathen  world  reclaim? 
Men  may  preach,  but  till  thou  favor, 
Heathens  still  will  be  the  same  ■ 
Mighty  Spirit  1 
Witness  to  the  Saviour's  name. 
8  Thou  hast  promis'd  by  the  prophets, 
Giorious  light  in  latter  days: 
Come  and  bless  bewilder'd  nations, 
Change  our  pray'rs  and  tears  to  praise; 
Promis'd  Spirit  l 
Round  the  world  diffuse  thy  rays. 
3  All  our  hopes,  and  pray'rs  and  labors, 
Must  be  vain  without  thine  aid-- 
But  thou  wilt  not  disappoint  us, 
All  is  true  that  thou  hast  said; 
Faithful  Spirit! 
O'er  the  world  ihine  influence  shed, 


HYMN  107.  L.  M.— Meedhax. 

*  fJS^O  distant  lands  thy  gospel  send, 
B     And  thus  thy  empire  wide  extend  ; 
To  Gentile,  Turk  and  stubborn  Jew, 
Thou  King  of  grace!  salvation  show. 

1  Where'er  thy  sun  or  light  arise, 
Thy  name,  O  God  !  immortalize ; 
May  nations  yet  unborn  confess, 
Tuy  wisdom,  power  and  righteousness, 


MONTHLY  CONCERT.       108-10 


HYMN  108.  L.  M. 

,C<0V'REIGN  of  worlds  display  thy  pow'r, 
£5  Be  this  thy  Zion's  favor'd  hour ; 
Bid  the  brightest  morning  star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 
Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
On  Afric's  shore  or  Indian's  plains, 
On  wilds  and  continents  unknown, 
And  be  the  universe  thine  own. 
Speak  l  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice 
Speak  !  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice ; 
scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 
And  bid  all  nations  hail  the  light. 


HYMN  109.  C.  M.— Gibbons. 

Church's  increase  promised.    Psalm  ii.  i 

!H  RATHER,  is  not  thy  promise  pledg'd 

fflj     To  thine  exalted  Son, 

That  thro'  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Thy  word  of  life  shall  run? 
'  Ask,  and  I'll  give  the  heathen  lands 

"For  thine  inheritance; 
'And  the  v/ide  world's  remotest  shores, 

"Thine  empire  shall  advance." 
Hast  thou  not  said,  the  blinded  Jews 

Shall  their  Redeemer  own; 
While  Gentiles  to  his  standard  crowd, 

And  bow  before  his  throne? 
^rom  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 

Then  be  his  name  ador'd— 
Europe  with  all  thy  millions,  shout 

Hosannah's  to  thy  Lord ! 
A.sia,  and  Africa,  resound 

Prom  shore  to  shore  his  fame ; 
\nd  thou,  America,  in  songs 

Redeeming  love  proclaim ! 


HYMN  110,  L.  M. 

BRIGHT  as  the  sun's  meridian  blaze, 
Vast  as  the  blessings  he  conveys 
.Vide  as  he  shines  from  pole  to  pole. 
irtd  permanent  aa  hia  control. 


111-12       MONTHLY  CONCERT, 


2  So   Jesus,  let  thy  kingdom  come, 
Let  sin  and  hell's  terrific  gloom 
Swift,  at  thy  brightness,  nee  nway, 
And  usher  in  the  promis'd  day; 

3  Then  shall  the  heathen  fill'd  with  awe, 
Learn  the  blest  knowledge  of  thy  law ; 
And  Anti-Christ,  on  ev'ry  shore, 

Fall  from  his  throne  to  rise  no  more. 

4  Then  shall  thy  lofty  praise  resound 
On  Afric's  shore— thro'  Asia's  ground; 
And  Europe  with  America 

Shall  strech  their  eager  arms  to  thee. 

5  Then  shall  the  Jew  and  Gentile  meet 
In  pure  devotion  at  thy  feet, 

And  earth  shall  yield  thee,  as  thy  due, 
Her  fulness  and  her  glory  too. 

HYMN  111.  L.  M.—Weslet. 

1  HEATHER  of  faithful  Abra'm,  hear 
jg_<     Our  earnest  suit  for  Abra'm's  seed; 
Justly  they  claim  the  softest  pray'r 
From  those  adopted  in  their  steed. 

2  Outcast  from  thee,  and  scatter'd  wide 
Through  every  nation  under  heav'n, 
Rejecting  whom  they  crucifi'd, 
Unsav'd,  unpitied,  unforgiv'n. 

3  But  hast  thou  finally  forsook, 
Forever  cast  thy  own  away  ? 

No— thou  wilt  bid  them  turn  and  look 

On  him  they  pierc'd,  and  mourn  and  pray. 

4  Come,  then,  thou  great  deliv'rer,  come, 
The  veil  from  Jacob's  heart  remove ; 
Receive  thy  ancient  people  home, 
That  they  may  sing  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  113.  S.  M. 

1  W    ORD,  send  thy  servants  forth, 
SLA  To  call  the  Hebrews  home, 
From  east  and  west,  from  south  and  north, 
Let  all  thy  wand'rers  come. 
3     Where'er  in  lands  unknown, 
The  fugatives  remain; 
Bid  ev'ry  creature  help  them  on, 
Thy  holy  mount  to  gain. 


MONTHLY  CONCERT.       1 1 3-1 4 


3  By  preaching  of  the  word, 
May  they  be  brought  to  hear 

That  the  Messiah,  Christ  the  Lord, 
Did  once  on  earth  appear. 

4  Open  their  hearts,  and  bring 
Them  humbly  for  to  own 

That  he's  their  Lord   their  God  and  King, 
The  true  annointed  one. 

5  With  Israel's  myriads  seal'd, 
Let  all  the  nations  meet. 

And  show  the  gospel  plan  fulfil'd, 
The  family  complete. 


HYMN  113.  L.  M.— Yoke. 

Signs  of  the  times. 

1  ]I3EH0LD  the  promis'd  time  draw  near, 
W3  The  shades  disperse,  the  dawn  appear, 
Benold  the  wilderness  assume 

The  beautious  tints  of  Eden's  bloom, 
CHORUS. 
Titer's  a  better  day  a  coming  !— 
Come  and  go  along  xoith  me ; 
There's  a  better  day  a  coming, 
Go  sound  the  jubilee. 

2  Events  with  prophecies  conspire 
To  raise  our  faith  our  zeal  to  fire ; 
The  ripening  fields  already  white, 
Present  a  harvest  to  our  sight. 

3  The  untaught  heathen  waits  to  know 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow  ; 
The  exil'd  slave  waits  to  receive 
The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

i  4  Come  let  us,  wilh  a  grateful  heart, 
In  the  blest  labor  share  a  part, 
Our  pray'rs  and  offerings  gladly  bring    ■ 
To  aid  tne  triumphs  of  our  King. 


HYMN  114.  p.  M.  8,  7,  8,  7,  4,  7. 

2  "^LTES  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking, 
JL    Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand, 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking, 
By  his  word  in  every  land : 
When  he  chooses, 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command, 


115  MONTHLY  CONCERT, 


2  0!  'tis  pleasent,  'tis  reviving, 

To  our  hearts  to  hear  each   day, 
Joyful  news  from  far  arriving, 

How  the  Gospel  wins  its  way ; 
Those  enlight'ning, 
Who  In  death  and  darkness  lay. 

HYMN   115.P.  M.  7's.  &  6's. 
The  millenium  dawning. 
1  rW^HE  gloomy  night  of  darknes3 
JL    Begins  tu  flee  away, 
iuered'ning  streaks  of  morning 

Proclaim  the  rising  day  ; 
That  welcome  day  of  promise, 

When  Christ  shall  claim  his  right, 
And  on  the  world  in  darkness, 
Pour  forth  a  flood  of  light. 

CHORUS. 
O  give  God  the  glory, 
Give  him  all  the  glory ; 
O  give  God  the  glory, 
Glory  \%s  his  own. 
a  Now  love  unites  the  people, 
And  tears  away  the  bars ; 
They  lay  aside  their  weapons 

And  cease  from  strife  and  wars- 
All  with  united  voices  - 

All  join  with  one  accord; 
Ascribing  free  salvation 
And  giory  to  the  Lord. 

3  The  beams  of  truth  revealed 

Pervades  the  sinner's  heart, 
Aghast  they  fall  and  tremble, 

As  pierced  with  a  dart; 
Their  earnest  cries  for  mercy 

Sound  throush  the  parting  skies  ; 
The  gracious  Saviour  hears  them, 

And  smiling,  bids  them  rise, 
i  Now  Satan  roars  with  anguish, 

His  servants  quake  with  fear; 
His  boasted  kingdom  totters, 

Its  fall  we  soon  shall  hear  : 
Go  on  victorious  Saviour, 

Go  on  Almighty  King— 
p  chain  the  woeful  Dragon, 

,4nd  cause  the  world,  po  Blag* 


MONTHLY  CONCERT.       I 16-17 


6  Come  let's  begin  the  anthems. 

And  join  the  choir  above, 
To  praise  the  blessed  Jesus, 

And  bless  the  God  we  iove. 
We'll  sing  in  strains  of  glory 

Salvation  to  our  God, 
Hosanna  to  our  Jesus, 

Who  wash'd  us  in  his  blood. 
$  The  courts  of  heav'n  are  ringing 

With  songs  of  highest  strains, 
And  ceaseless  praise  is  rolling 

Along  the  flow'ry  plain's; 
O  could  we  rise  triumphant. 

And  join  with  them  above, 
To  shout  and  sing  forever, 

Free  grace  and  conq'ring  love. 


— @@,f> 


MISSIONARY    HYISS, 

—»»■>*©  @  @^*>»— 

HYMN  116.  L.  M. 

1  tiTfe  H°LY  God,  to  thee  we  pray, 
%j?  Ope  thou  the  missionaries'  way— 
Our  brethren  bless,  their  zeal  approve, 
That  zeal  which  burns  to  spread  thy  love. 

2  With  cheerful  steps  may  they  proceed 
Where'r  thy  providence  may  lead: 

Let  heav'n.  and  earth  their  work  befriend, 
And  mercy  all  their  paths  attend. 

3  Let  num'rous  solemn  crowds  be  found. 
Anxious  to  hear,  the  gospel  sound; 
And  rude  barbarians,  bond  and  free 
In  suppliant  throngs  resort  to  thee. 

4  Where  pagan  altars  now  are  built, 
And  brutal  blood,  or  human,  spilt, 
There  may  Immanuel's  cross  be  rear'd; 
And  God,  our  God,  alone  rever'd. 

HYMN  111.  L,  M. 

1  "fl*    IKE  Abfa'm,  to  a  land  unknown, 
MLA  Ajse  "our  dear  missionaries  gone,; 
Obeciiem  to  the  heav'nly  call, 
They  leave  their  country  and  their  all. 
E 


1 


1 1 8-1 9      MONTHLY  CONCERT. 


2  The  various  dangers  by  the  way 
Perils  and  toils   by  night  and  day, 
The  boist'rous  deep  and  death  they  brave 
The  Islands  of  the  sea  to  save. 

s  May  their  whole  souls  and  selves  be  blest 
In  Abram's  God,  with  peace  and  rest, 
la  each   distressing,  trying  hour, 
Be  Abram's  God  their  shield  and  tow'r.. 

4  When  they  arrive  at  distant  lands, 
With  Jesus'  gospel  in  their   hands, 
O  may  the  tidings  of  his  love, 
Salvation  to  the  heathen  prove ! 

5  There  may  redeeming  love  be  shown. 
And  all  the  Saviour's  glories  known, 
Till  heathen  gods  like  Dagon  fall, 
And  Abram's  God  be  all  in  all. 

o  Hail !  hail !  dear  missionaries,  hail  I 
Go  on,  and  prosper  and  prevail, 
Till  grace  shall  Satan's  works  destroy, 
And  lill  the  heathen  world  with  joy. 


HYMN  118.  L.  M. 
ILLIONS  there  are  en  heathen  ground, 
Wno  never  heard  the  gospel's  sound ; 

Liuru  send  it  forth,  and  let  it  run, 

Swift  and  reviving  as  the  sun. 

2  Guide  thou  our  lips,  who  stand  to  tell 
Sinners  the  way  that  leads  from  hell; 
To  those  who  give,  do  thou  impart 

A  gen'rous,  wise,  and  tender  heart. 

3  Lord,  crown  their  zeal,  reward  their  care 
That  in  thy  grace, they  ail  may  share: 
And  those  who  new  m  darkness  dwell, 
Deliv'rance  sing  from  guilt  and  hell. 


HYMN  119.  L.  M. 

f    ORD,  when  we  cast  our  eyes  abroad, 
B  A  And  sec  on  heathen  altars  slain, 
Poor  helpless  babes  for  sacrifice, 
To  purge  their  parents  dismal  stains. 
We  can'W  behold  such  horrid  deeds 
Without  a  groan  of  ardent  pray'r, 
And  while  our  hearts  in  anguish  bled 
We  cry,  Lord,  send  thy  goepcl  there. 


MONTHLY  CONCEBT.       120-21 


3  for  them  we  pray,  for  them  we  wait.l 
To  them  thy  great  salvation  show; 
The  harvest,  Lord,  is  truly  great, 

But  faithful  lab'rers  are  hut  few. 

4  O  send  our  preachers,  gracious  Lord, 
Among  the  dark  bewilder'd  race; 
Open  their  eyes  and  bless  their  word,*- 
And  call  them  by  thy  sov'reign  grace. 


HYMN  120.  S.  M. 

Math.  ix.  37,  38. 

1  IT  ORD  of  the  harvest,  hear 
JsLA  Thy  needy  servants  cry, 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 

And  all  our  wants  supply. 

2  On  thee  we  humbly  wait, 

Our  wants  are  in  thy  view; 
The  harvest,  truly,  Lord,  is  great, 
The  laborers  are  few. 

3  Convert  and  send  forth  more 

Into  thy  church  abroad, 
And  let  them  speak  thy  wond  of  pow'r, 
As  workers  with  their  uod. 

4  Give  the  pure  gospel  word, 

The  word  of  general  grace; 
Then  let  them  preach  the  Saviour,  Lord,' 
To  all  the  human  race. 


all  the  human  race. 
5  O  let  them  spread  thy   name, 
Their  mission  fully  prove; 
Thy  universal  grace  proclaim, 
Thine  all-redeeming  love. 


HYMN  121.  S.  M;— Vokje. 

Missionaries  addressed  and  encouraged, 


^6TE  messengers  of  Christ,  . 
JL    His  sov'reign  voice  obey  ; 
Arise!  and  follow  where  he  leadp 

And  peace  attend  your  way. 
2  The  master  whom  you  serve 

Will  needful  strength  bestow; 
Depending  on  his  promis'd  aid, 

With  sacred  courage  go. 


122-23      MONTHLY  CONCERT, 

3  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose ; 
The  cause  is  God's  and  must  prevail. 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

4  Go  spread  a  Saviour's  fame, 

And  tell  his  matchless  grace, 
To  the  most  guilty  and  deprav'd 
Of  Adam's  numerous  race. 

5  We  wish  you  in  his  name, 

The  most  divine  success  ; 
Assur'd  that  he  who  sends  you  forth, 
Will  your  endeavors  bless. 

HYMN  122.  C.  M. 

1  ^"^  °>  and  tne  Saviour's  grace  proclaim, 
%^f  Ye  messengers  of  God ; 

Go,  publish  thro'  Immanuel's  name, 
Salvation  bought  with  blood. 

2  What  tho'  your  arduous  task  may  lie 

Through  regions  dark  as  death ; 
What  tho'  your  faith  and  zeal  to  try, 
Perils  beset  your  path. 

3  Yet,  with  determin'd  courage  go, 

And  arm'd  with  pow'r  cuvine, 
Your  God  will  needful  aid  bestow, 
And  on  your  labors  shine. 

4  He  who  has  call'd  you  to  the  war 

Will  recompense  your  pains : 
Before  Messiah's  conquering  car, 
Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains. 

5  Shrink  not,  tho'  earth  and  hell  oppose, 

But  plead  your  master's  cause; 
Nor  doubt  that  e'en  your  mighty  foes 
Shall  bow  before  his  cross. 

HYMN  123.  P.  M.  8's  &  7's.— Frakcis. 

Collection  for  the  spread,  of  the  gospel. 

1  ""'67^7' iTH  my  substance  1  will  honor 

Vv     My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord; 
Wnere  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor 
All  were  nothing  to  his  word. 

2  While  the  heralds  of  salvation 

His  abounding  grace  proclaim; 
Let  his  friends  of  every  station 
Gladly  join  to  spread  his  fame. 


UNION  PRAYER.  124-25 


3  Mav  his  kingdom  be  promoted, 

May  the  world  the  Saviour  Know; 
Be  my  all  to  him  devoted, 
To  my  Lord,  my  all  I  owe. 

4  Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations, 

Praise  him  all  ye  hosts  above; 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamations, 
His  divine  victorious  love. 


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HYMNS 

FOR 

UNION    PRAYER    MEETINGS. 

HYMN  124*  S.  M.— Beddohe* 

1  ~W    ET  party  names  no  more 

JL^  The  Christian  world  o'erspread: 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ,  their  head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 

Let  mutual  love  abound, 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance 
Should  be  in  union  found. 

3  Let  envy,  child  of  hell, 

Be  banish'd  from  our  sight: 
Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell 
Who  in  the  Lord  delight. 

4  Then  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above ; 
Whare  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow 
And  ev'ry  heart  is  love. 

HYMN  125.  C.  M.—  Swain. 

Brotherly  love.    Ps.  cxxxiii. 

1  !HF0^  sweet>  how  heav'nly  is  the  sight, 
JHJL  When  those  who  love  the  Lord, 
In  one  anothers  peace  delight. 
And  so  fulfil  his  word! 


126  UNION  PRAYER. 


2  O  may  wo  feel  each  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
May  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

3  Free  us  from  envy,  scorn  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  fix  above; 
May  each  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love. 

4  Let  love,  in  one*  delightful  stream, 

Through  ev'ry  bosom  flow: 
And  union  sweet  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above: 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heav'n  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 


HYMN  126.  P.  M.  8's  &  7's. 

*  |f~iOME,  my  Christian  friends  and  brethren. 
VkJ  Bound  for  Canaan's  happy  land; 
Come  unite  and  walk  together, 

Christ  the  Saviour  gives  command. 
Lay  aside  all  party  spirit, 

Slight  your  Christian  friends  no  more, 
Come,  unite,  through  Jesus'  merit, 

Zion's  peace  again  restore. 

2  We'll  not  bind  our  brother's  conscience. 

This  to  God  alone  is  free; 
Nor  contend  for  non-essentials, 

But  in  Christ  united  be. 
Here's  the  word,  the  grand  criterion, 

This  shall  all  our  doctrine  prove; 
Christ  the  centre  of  our  union, 

And  the  bond  is  Christian  love. 

3  Here's  my  hand,  my  heart  and  spirit, 

Now  in  fellowship  I'll  give; 
Now  we  love  and  peace  inherit, 

Show  the  world  how  Christian's  live; 
Now  we're  one  in  Christ  our  Saviour, 

Male  or  female,  bond  or  free  ; 
Christ  is  all  in  all  forever, 

And  we're  happy  Lord,  in  thee. 

4  Now  we'll  preach  and  pray  together, 

Praise,  give  thanks,  and  shout,  and  sin?, 
Now  we'll  strengthen  one  another, 
And  adore  our  "heavenly  King  ;j 


UNION  PRAYER.  127-28 


Now  we'll  join  in  sweet  communion, 

Round  the  table  of  our  Lord ; 
Lord  confirm  our  Christian  union, 

By  thy  spirit  and  thy  word. 
5  Soon  the  world  will  he  constrained 

To  believe  in  Christ  our  king ; 
Thousands,  thousands  be  converted, 

Round  the  earth  his  praises  ring; 
Happy  clay!  0  joyful  hour, 

Thank  the  Lord,  his  name  we'n  bless  j 
Send  thy  word,  my  Lord  with  power, 

Fill  the  world  with  righteousness. 

HYMN  121.  S.  M.— Fawcett, 

Love  to  the  Brethren. 

1  JP!  LEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
JL©  Our  hearts  in  Christian  love; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 

Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  pray'rs: 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathising  tear. 

4  When  we  assunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain, 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart. 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way, 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 


HYMN  128.  C.  M. 
s    "B*ESUS,  great  shepherd  of  thy  sheen. 
ftJP   To  thee  for  help  we  fly ; 
Tr.y  little  flock  in  safety  keep, 
For  0  the  wolf  is  nigh  l 
2  0  do  not  suffer  him  to  part 
The  souls  that  here  agree ! 
But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart, 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee. 


129-30  UNION  PRAYER, 


3  Together  let  us  sweetly  live, 
Together  let  us  die; 
And  each  a  starry  crown  receive. 
And  reign  above  the  sky. 


HYMN  129-  L.  M. 

He  that  loveth  God  will  love  his  brother. 

1  fW^HE  love  of  God  how  great  to  men, 

JL    To  send  his  Son  to  save  from  sin, 
To  show  our  feet  the  way  to  heav'n, 
To  show  our  &ins  are  all  forgiv'n. 

2  This  love  doth  teach  us  all  to  know 
That  we  should  love  each  other  so, 
That  hell,  with  all  its  fi'ry  darts, 
Should  never  disunite  our  hearts. 

3  He  calls  us  one,  his  spouse,  his  bride, 
O  let  no  enemy  divide: 

Let  love  unite,   let  heav'nly  flames. 
Consume,  destroy  all  party  names. 

4  Let's  take  each  other  by  the  hand, 
And  walk  to  Canaan's  happy  land, 
We'll  there  unite  to  praise  this  love, 
That  brought  us  safe  to  heav'n  above. 


HYMN  ISO.  C.  M. 

1    "BTesus,  united  by  thy  gTace, 
$3   And  each  to  each  endear'd. 
With  confidence  we  seek  thy  face 
And  know  our  pray'r  is  heard. 
i  Still  let  us  own  our  common  Lord, 
And  bear  thme  easy  yoke, 
A  band  of  love,  a  three- fold  cord, 
Which  never  can  be  broke. 

3  Make  us  into  one  spirit  drink, 

Baptize  into  thy  name  ; 
And  let  uj  always  kindly  think, 
And  sweetly  speak  the  same. 

4  Touch'd  by  the  loadstone  of  thy  love, 

Let  all  our  hearts  agree : 
And  ever  t'waTds  each  other  move, 
And  ever  move  t  wards  thee. 


UMTON  PREYEE.  131 

HYMN  131.  C.  M.— Miileb. 

Church  Union.    Col.  ii.  2. 

1  ^T)!IUR  souIs  h?  love  together  knit, 
%Jy  Cemented,  mix'd  in  one; 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 
Tis  heav'n  on  earth  begun! 
S  Our  hearts  have  burn'd  while  Jesus  spake, 
And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire; 
He  stop'd  and  talk'd,  and  fed  and  blest: 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 

CHORUS,  L.  M. 

"A  Saviour!"  let  creation  sing.' 
"A  Saviour!"  let  all  heaven  ring! 
He's  God  with  us,  zoe  feel  him  ours, 
His  fulness  in  our  souls  he  pours! 
'Tis  almost  done— 'tis  almost  o'er— 
We'er  joining  them  toho're  gone  before, 
We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  mor&. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  show'r, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rili,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  I 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood; 
O  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earthy 
Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 
"A  Saviour!"  <J-c. 

3  And  when  thou  mark'st  thy  jewels  up, 
And  set'st  thy  starry  crown; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own. 
t  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 
Be  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace; 
From  glory  unto  glory  chang'd. 
Behold  thee  face  to  facei 
"A  Saviour!"  #e. 


132-33  SPECIAL  PRAYER. 

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HYMN  132.  L.  M. 

The  peoples  prayer  for  their  pastor. 
1TH  heav'nly  pow'r,  O  Lord  defend 

Him  whom  we  now  to  thee  commend; 
His  person  bless,  his  soul   secure, 
And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 

2  Gird  him  with  all  sufficient  grace, 
Direct  his  feet  in  paths  of  peace; 
Thy  truth  and  faithfulness  fulfil, 
And  help  him  to  obey  thy  will. 

3  Before  him  thy  protection  send, 

O  love  him,  stve  him  to  the  end! 
Nor  let  him  as  thy  pilcrim  rove 
Without  the  convoy  of  thy  love. 
1  Enlarge,  inflame,  and  fill  his  heart, 
In  him  thy  mighty  pow'r  exert; 
That  thousands  yet  unborn  may  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

HYMN  133.  P.  M.  7,  6,  7,  6.  7,0,  7,  0, 

Prayer  for  a  Big  Meeting. 
1  T§"N  view  of  the  big  menting, 
Ml  Which  we  intend  to  hold ; 
We  now  have  met  together, 

To  call  upon  the  Lord. 
0,  may  our  God  attend  us! 

And  hear  our  ardent;  pray'r! 
Salvation,  grace  and  mercy, 
Grant  us  tmd  ours  to  share. 
5  0  Father,  bless  the  Preachers, 
We  humbly  do  beseech  ; 
Whj  at  th'  appointed  meeting 
Thy  word  intend  to  prcaeii. 


SPECIAL  PRAYER.  134-35 


0,  let  the  gospel  power, 

Be  felt  by  ev'ry  soul; 
"Who  there  may  meet  to  hear  it, 

And  yeald  to  thy  control. 
O,  let  the  holy  spirit 

Be  poured  out  afresh  ! 
Let  christians  be  revived— 

Do  thou  the  meeting  bless; 
And  kingdom,  pow'r  and  glory, 

We  ever  will  ascribe 
To  Father,  Son  and  Spirit, 

For  prospering  the  bride. 


HYMN  134.  C.  M. 

1  "FOTAPPY  1S  he>  whose  early  days 
j$m  Receive  instruction  well; 

Who  hates  the  sinner's  path  and  fears 
The  road  that  leads  to  hell. 

2  'Tis  eas'er  work,  if  we  begin 

To  serve  the  Lord  betimes; 
While  sinners,  who  grow  hard  in  sin, 
Are  harden'd  by  their  crimes. 

3  It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  snares, 

To  mind  religion  young  .- 
With  joy  it  crowns  succeeding  years, 
And  makes  our  virtues  strong. 

4  To  thee  almighty  God!  to  thee 

Our  hearts  we  now  resign  ; 
'Twill  'please  us  to  look  back,  and  see 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine- 

5  Let  the  sweet  work  of  pray'r  and  praise 

Employ  our  daily  breath : 
Thus  we're  prepar'd  for  future  clays, 
Or  fit  for  early  death. 


HYMN  135.  L.  M. 

Female  prayer  meeting. 

THOU  bridegroom  of  the  soul,  behold 
This  part  of  thy  beloved  fold; 
Thy  virgins,  have  before  the  met, 
And  now  thy  cheering  presence  wait. 
Give  us,  O  Lord,  to  feel  thy  peace, 
And  let  the  sanctifying  grace 
Which  flows  from  thy  humanity, 
Make  us  well  pleasing  unto  thee. 


136-37  SPECIAL  PRAYER. 


S  0  may  we  feel  thy  saving  pow'r, 
Thy  grace  and  aid,  each  day  and  hour; 
Thus  all  thy  mercies  which  we  prove, 
V/ill  us  excite  to  praise  and  love. 


HYMN  136.  L.  M.--B.— . 

Out  door  worship.    Mark  xvi,  15. 

*  9^WlWAS  Jesus'  last  and  great  command 

JL    "Go  preach  my  word  in  ev'ry  land, 
"To  all  be  my  salvation  shown, 
"To  ev'ry  creature  make  it  known. 

2  "While  thus  employ 'd,  except  my  gracs, 
"Attending  you  from  place  to  place; 
""Where'er  you  meet,  expect  me  there, 
"In  church,  or  house,  or  open  air. 

3  Commission'd  thus,  we  come  abroad, 
To  preach  the  gospel  of  our  God; 
The  love  of  God,  in  Christ  to  tell, 
The  love  that  saves  from  sin  and  hell. 

*  Jesus,  our  Lord,  thy  word  fulfil, 
Thy  spirit's  pow'r  be  with  us  still ; 
May  all  our  souis  thy  blessings  share, 
Accept  our  praise,  and  hear  our  pray'r. 


HYMN  137.  C.  M.— C.  W 

The  parent's  prayer.    John  iv.  46—49. 

1  TTesUS,  great  healer  of  mankind, 
%jl   "Who  dost  out  sorrows  bear, 
Let  an  afflicted  parent  find 

An  answer  to  his  pray'r. 

2  I  look  for  help  in  thee  alone, 

To  thee  for  succor  fly; 
Come  down  and  heal  my  darling  child, 

Now  at  the  point  to  die. 
&  Jesus,  if  thou  pronounce  the  word. 

The  gracious  answer  give, 
My  dying  child  shall  be  restor'd, 

And  to  thy  glory  live. 
i  Oh!  save  the  parent  in  the  child, 

Restore  it,  Lord  to  me; 
My  heart  the  miracle  shall  own, 

And  give  it  back  to  thee. 


SPECIAL  PRAYER.  138-40 


HYMN  138.  L.  M. 
Prayer  of  a  sick  child, 

1  A  LMIGHTY  God,  I'm  very  ill, 
J3L  But  cure  me  if  it  be  thy  will ; 
Thou  soon  canst  take  away  my  pain, 
And  make  me  strong  and  well  again. 

2  Let  me  be  patient  ev'ry  day, 

And  mind  what  those  who  nurse  me  say  i 
And  grant  that  all  I  have  to  take 
May  do  me  good  for  Jesus'  sake. 

HYMN  139.  L.  M.—  Bhow*. 

Sickness  and  death. 

1  1W^Y  sou]>  thv  minutes  haste  away, 
1TJL  Apace  comes  on  the  final  day ; 
"When  in  the  arms  of  icy  death, 

I  must  give  up  my  vital  breath. 

2  When  all  the  springs  of  life  are  low 
The  spirits  faint,  the  pulses  slow,  ' 

The  eyes  grow  dim,  and  short  the  breath, 

Presages  of  approaching  death. 
S  O  come  my  soul,  the  matter  weigh ! 

How  wilt  thou  leave  thy  kindred  clay? 

And  how  the  unknown  region  try, 

And  launch  into  eternity. 
4  Cleanse  me,  0  God,  with  blood  divine, 

Renew  my  heart  and  make  me  thine; 

Then  when  th'  important  hour  shall  come 

My  soul  shall  triumph  o'er  the  tomb. 


HYMN  140.  C  M. —Watts. 

1  UTILISE ASES  are  thy  servants,  Lord! 
MJ?  They  come  at  thy  command: 

I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word 
Against  thy  chast'ning  hand. 

2  I'm  but  a  sojourner  below, 

As  all  my  fathers  were, 
May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  the  summons  hear. 

3  But  if  my  life  be  spar'd  awhile, 

Before  my  last  remove, 
Thy  praise  shall  be  my  bus'ness  still,' 
Ana  I'll  declare  thy  love.< 


141-43         SPECIAL  PRAYER. 


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HYMN  141.  C.  M.— TorLAuw 

The  saint's  glorious  hope. 
HEN  langour  and  disease  invade, 


This  trembling  house   of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope, 

That  when  my  change  shall  come, 
Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 

3  There  shall  my  disembodied  soul 

View  Jesus  and  adore; 
Be  with  his  likeness  satisfied, 

And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 
I  Shall  see  him  wear  that  very  flesh, 

On  which  my  guilt  was  lain; 
His  love  intense,  his  merit  fresh, 

As  tho'  hut  newly  slain. 
5  0  may  the  unction  of  these  truths 

Forever  with  me  stay, 
Till  from  her  sinful  cage  dismiss'd 

My  spirit  flies  sway. 

HYMN  142.  L.,M. 

The  afflicted  longing  fur  heaven. 

1  <0|  HOW  I  long  to  go  and  see 

<^Jr  The  lamb  of  Gou  who  died  for  me, 
How  do  I  languish  night  and  day, 
To  hear  him  bid  me   come  away  l 

2  With  pining  sickness  I  decay, 
Diseases  wear  my  flesh  away  ; 
Eut  i  shall  soon  his  leave  obtain, 
To  be  releas'd  from  all  my  pain. 

3  Quickly,  O  Lord,  thf  angels  charge 
To  set  my  longing  soul' at  large; 
Quickly  tny   biessed  hosts  command 
To  carry  me   to  thy  right  hand. 


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HYMN  143.  C.  M. 

Serious  thoughts  under  affliction. 
Y  life  declines,  my  strength  is  gun 


Disease  and  pairrS  prevail; 
Doaui  threatens  to  arrest  me  soon, 
My  heart  and  Hesti  doth  fail. 


SPECIAL  PRAYER,  144 


2  Soon  must  I  leave  this  body  here, 

Soon  must  my  soul  away; 
O  awful  thought!   my  soul  prepare 
For  that  tremendous  day  ! 

3  But  how  shall  I  prepare  my  heart, 
'  Eternal  life  to  gain? 

Jesus,  thy  grace,  thy  strength  impart, 

For  all  I  do  is  vain. 
i  Renew'd  and  justified  by  grace, 

Complete  I  then  shall  stand 
Before  th'  Almighty  Father's  face, 

When  he  my  life  demand. 

HYMN  141-  C.  M.—  Gees. 

Parent's  'prayer  for  their  children. 

1  ni^HO'  parents  may  in  cov'nant  be, 

B     And  have  their  heav'n  in  view; 
•    Tiiey  are  unhappy  till  they  see 
Their  children  happy  too. 

2  Their  hearts  with  inward  anguish  bleed 

When  all  attempts  prove  vain, 
And  they  pursue  those  paths  that  lead 
To  everlasting  pain. 

3  They  warn,  indulge,  correct,  beseech, 

While  tears  in  torrents  How; 
And  'tis  beyond  the  pow'r  of  speech 
To  tell  the  griefs  they  know. 

4  Till  they  can  see  victorious  grace 

Their  children's  souls  possess ; 
The  spakling  wit,  the  smiling  face, 
But  adds  to  their  distress. 

5  See  the  fond  father  clasp  his  child ; 

Hark !  how  his  bowels  move— 

Shalt  thou  my  offspring,  be  exil'd 

From  God,  my  father's  love?    ■ 

6  Shall  cruel  spirits  drag  thee  down 

To  darkness  arid  despair, 
Beneath  th'  Almighty's  angry  frown, 

To  dwell  forever  there? 
T  Kind  heav'n,  the  dreadful  scene  fori'!'!' 

Look  down,  dear  Lord,  and  bless; 
I'll  wrestle  hard  as  Abra'm  did, 

May  I  obtain  success'. 


145^47  SPECIAL  PRAYER, 


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HYMN  145.  C  M.~ Cowper. 

Prayer  on  behalf  of  the  young. 
OME,  Lord,  and  bless  the  rising  raw 
Make  this  a  happy  hour, 
According  to  thy  richest  grace, 
And  thine  almighty  power. 
S  Dear  youth,  we  know  your  sinful  stats, 
May  God  your  hearts  renew; 
We  would  awhile  ourselves  forget, 
To  pour  our  pray'rs  for  you. 
3  We  see,  tho'  you  perceive  it  not, 
Th'  approaching  awful  doom! 
Oh,  tremble  at  the  solemn  thought, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come! 

HYMN  146.  L.  M. 

A  warning  to  the  youth. 

1  ~%Te  lovely  bands  of  blooming  youth, 

JL    Warn'd  by  the  voice  of  heav'nly  truth 
Wow  yield  to  Christ  your  youthful  prime, 
With  all  your  talents  and  your  time. 

2  Think  on  your  end,  nor  thoughtless  say, 
I'll  put  far  off  the  evil  day: 

Ah !  not  a  moment's  in  your  pow'r, 
And  death  stands  ready  at  the  door. 

3  Eternity !  how  near  it  rolls ! 
Count  the  vast  value  of  your  souls  I 
Beware,  and  count  the  awful  cost 

What  they  have  gain'd  whose  souls  are  lost 

4  Pride,  sinful  pleasures,  lusts  and  snares 
Beset  your  hearts,  your  eyes,  your  ears, 
Take  the  alarm,   the  danger  fly! 

Lord,  save  me,  be  your  earnest  cry. 

HYMN  147.  C.  M.—  Newton. 

New  Year. 

1  1^T0W'  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal 
JL^I    And  make  thy  glory  known; 

Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

2  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin, 

May  mercy  set  us  free ; 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin. 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 


SPECIAL  PRAYER,         148-49 


3  Send  down  the  spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more; 
And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love, 
Who  never  lov'd  before. 

4  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship   here 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 


HYMN  148.  C.  M.— Berriuge. 
Marriage,  or  a  wedding  Hymn.    John  ii.  i,  % 

1  ilgsllNCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
k9  To  grace  a  marriage  feast, 

O  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  here, 
To  make  a  wedding  guest. 

2  Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down, 

Who  now  have  plighted  hands ; 
Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown, 
And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 

3  In  purest  love  these  souls  unite, 

That  they  with  Christian  care, 
May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 
By  taking  mutual  share. 

4  And  when  that  solemn  hour  shall  comej 

And  life's  short  space  be  o'er, 
May  they  in  triumph  reach  that  home 
Where  they  shall  part  no  more. 


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HYMN  149-  C.  M. 

Secret  prayer.    Mark  i .  ^5. 

1  ~T%fTY  lovely  Jesus,  while  on  earth, 
JLYJL  Arose  before  'twas  day, 

And  to  a  solitary  place 
Departed,  there  to  pray. 

2  I'll  do  as  did  my  blessed  Lord, 

His  footsteps  I  will  trace; 
I  love  to  meet  him  in  che  grcve, 
And  view  his  smiling  face. 

3  Early  I'll  rise,  and  sing  and  pray, 

While  I  the  light  enjoy; 
May  this  bless'd  work  from  day  io  da/, 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ, 
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150-52  SPECIAL  PRAYED. 


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HYMN  150.  C.  M. 

Before  the  reading  of  the  Scripture: 
ESUS,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord, 


To  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes ; 
Teach  and  instruct  me  by  thy  word, 
And  make  me  truly  wise. 

2  Make  me  to  know  and  understand 

Thy  whole  revealed  will; 
Fain  would  I  learn  to  comprehend 
Thy  love  more  clearly  still. 

3  Help  me  to  read  this  volume  o'er 

With  new  and  fresh  delight, 

Help  me  to  love  its  author  more, 

To  seek  thee  day  and  night. 

4  O  let  it  purify  my  heart, 

And  guide  me  all  my  days; 
Its  wonders,  Lord  to  me  impart, 
And  thou  shalt  have  the  praise. 


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HYMN  151.  C.  M. 

Praise  for  the  word  of  God. 
ATHER  of  mercies!  in  thy  word, 


What  endless  glory  shines  l 
Forever  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
For  these  celestial  lines! 

2  0  may  these  heav'nly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight, 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

3  Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 


HMYN  152.  C  M. 

1  S1AYS  Faz'tfi,  "Look  yonder,  see  the  crown 
k9  "Laid  up  in  heav'n  above:" 

Bays  Hope,  "Anon  it  shall  be  mine;" 
"1  long  to  wear't"  says  Love. 

2  Desire  saith,  "what!  is  there  my  crown* 

"Then  to  that  place  I'll  flee; 


''My  re3t  I  fain  would  see,'' 


SPECIAL  PRAYER.  153-54 


5  "But  stay,"  says  Patience,  "wait  awhile, 
"The  crown's  for  those  that  fight; 
"The  prize  for  those  that  run  the  race 
"By  faith  and  not  by  sight." 
*  Thus  Faith  does  take  a  pleasing  view, 
Hope  waits,  Love  sits  and  sings, 
Desire,  she  nutters  to  be  gone, 
But  Patience  clips  her  wings. 


HYMN  153.  C.  M. 

Prayer  of  the  aged, 

1  "fjTlTERNAL  God!  enthron'd  on  high! 
JCi  Whom  angel  hosts  adore; 

Who  yet  to  suppliant  dust  art  nigh; 
Thy  presence  I  implore. 

2  Oh,  guide  me  down  the  steep  of  age, 

And  keep  my  passions  cool; 
Teach  me  to  scan  the  sacred  page, 
And  practice  ev'ry  rule. 

3  My  flying  years,"  time  urges  on, 

What's  human  must  decay; 
My  friends,  my  young  companions  gone, 
Can  I  expect  to  stay? 

4  Ah !  no :  then  smooth  the  mortal  hour, 

On  thee  my  hope  depends; 
Support  me  with  almishty  pow'r, 
While  dust  to  dust  descends. 


HYMN  154.  L.  1|. 

Prayer  for  a  little  chliti. 

1  A  LMTGHTY  Lord, 
J^Sl  Look  down  on  me; 
Oh,  may  thy  word 

My  treasure  be. 

2  My  heart  impress 
With  gratitude, 

To  give  thee  praise 
Tor  health  and  food. 

3  For  Pa  and  Ma, 
And  friends  so  dear, 
Who  make  my  wanta 
Their  daily  care. 


155  ALARMING  AND 

4  For  Jesus  Christ, 
Far  more  than  all, 
Who  gave  his  life 
To  save  my  soul. 

5  My  sins  forgive, 
For  his  dear  sake, 
And  bid  me  live, 
Thy  grace  partake. 

6  Thy  spirit  grant 
To  guide  my  ways, 
To  fear  and  serve 
Thee  all  my  days. 

7  And  when  my  end 
Of  life  shall  be, 
May  I  ascend 

To  dwell  with  thee. 


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ALARMING    AND    AWAKENING, 


HYMN  155  P.  M.  7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6,-Newton. 

The  alarm. 

1  ^T0P>  P°or  sinner,  stop  and  think, 
£3  Before  you  farther  go; 

Can  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  woe! 
Hell  beneath,  is  gaping  wide, 

Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command, 
Soon  will  stop  your  sport  and  pride, 
And  sink  you  with  the  damn'd. 
CHORUS. 
Then  b'  entreated  now  to  stop, 

For  unless  you  warning  take, 
Ere  you  are  aware  you'll  drop 
Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod, 

"With  which  he  breaks  his  foes? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day, 

When  his  judgment  he'll  proclaim, 
When  the  earth  will  melt  away, 

Like  wax  before  the  name? 
Oh  !  be  entreated,  4»c. 


AWAKENING*  156 


2  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  his  bar; 

Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom 

Will  till  you  with  despair. 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

Sins  of  a  blood  crimson  die; 
Each  for  vengeance  cry  aloud, 
And  what  will  you  reply  1 
9        Come,  b'  entreated,  Q-c. 

4  Tho'  your  hearts  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  foreheads  lin'd  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel. 

He  will  not  let  you  pass. 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

(Tho'  they  now  despise  his  grace,) 
Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face. 
Once  again  I  pray  you  stop,  fyc. 

5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know; 
Tho'  his  arm  be  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow; 
'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  died— 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come; 
None  that  come  shall  be  denied, 

He  says  there  still  is  room. 
For  Jesus1  sake,  I  pray  you  stop,  fyc. 


HYMN  156.  C.  M.— W- 

1  "W7"E  unconverted,  careless  souls, 

U     Wake  up  and  turn  to  God; 
Or  else  you  surely  will  be  damn'd, 
According  to  his  word. 

2  For  in  the  bible  it  is  said 

By  him  that  cannot  lie, 
"Repent,  believe,  be  bom  again"— 

"The  soul  that  sins  shall  die."  . 
4  Now  sinners  lay  this  well  to  heart, 

And  turn  without  delay ; ' 
O  hasten  to  the  Saviour's  arms. 

Whilst  it  is  ca"U:d  to-day 
4  It  is  your  wisdom  so  to  do, 

'Twill  be  your  int'rest  too; 
Then  be  entreated  now  to  come 

To  Christ,  who  diad  for  you. 


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157-58  ALARMING  AND 

HYMN  151.  M.  7's. 

1  CjJlNNERS,  turn,  why  will  you  die  ? 
►^  God  your  maker  asks  you  why? 
God  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live; 

He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands; 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
"Will  ye  cross  his  love  and  die? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  you  die? 
God  your  Saviour  asks  you  why  ? 
God  who  did  your  spirit  give, 
Died  himself  that  you  might  live. 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain 
Crucify  your  Lord  again? 

Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why. 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace  and  die  e 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  you  die! 
God,  the  spirit,  asks  you  why? 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove,, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love. 
Will  you  not  his  erace  receive? 
Will  you  still  refuse  to  live? 
Why,  ye  long  sought  sinners,  why, 
Will  you  grieve  your  God  and  die? 

4  Dead,  already  dead  within, 
Spiritu'lly  dead  in  sin ; 

Dead  to  God  w  hile  here  you  breathe. 
Pant  you  after  second  death? 
Will  you  still  in  sin  remain, 
Greedy  of  eternal  pain? 
O,  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
Why  will  you  forever  die? 


HYMN  158.  L.  M. 

Expostulation.    Isa.  xxxiii.  14. 

1  Q  INNER.  O  why  so  thbushtless  grown  ? 
J3  Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die  i 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly  I 

2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 
Urg'd  on  by  sin's  fantastic  dreams, 
Madly  attempt  the  infernal  gate, 
And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames. 


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AWAKENING  159-60 


*  Stay,  sinner,  on  the  gospel  plains, 
Behold  the  God  of  love  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  pains, 
Forever  telling,  yet  untold. 


HYMN  159.  C.  M.— Hart. 

*  ""fkT'AIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear— i 
▼      Repent— thy  end  is  nigh ! 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far, 
Oh,  think— before  thou  die! 

2  Reflect— thou  hast  a  soul  to  save, 
Thy  sins— how  high  they  mount! 
"What  are  they  hopes  beyond  the  grave- 
How  stands  that  dread  account? 

3  Death  enters— and  there's  no  defence, 
His  time,  there's  none  can  tell : 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence,! 
To  Heav'n— or  down  to  Helll 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  greatest  care. 
Shall  crawling  worms  consume  ; 
But  ah  i  destruction  stops  not  there- 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

6  To-day  the  gospel  calls,  to-day 
Sinner  it  speaks  to  you : 
Let  ev'ry  one  forsake  his  way. 
And  mercy  will  ensue. 


HYMN  160.  C.  M. 

*  CJ  INNER,  how  oft  hath  God  reprov'd 
►^9  And  fill'd  the  with  distress  I 
Yet  still  thou  perseverest  in 
The  paths  of  wickedness. 
3  Sudden  destruction  soon  will  come, 
On  those  who  thus  rebel; 
Eternal  vengeance  will  consign 
Their  guilty  souls  to  hell. ; 
»  0  tremble  at  the  awful  thought, 
And  yield  to  sov'reign  grace, 
Lest  God  should  say  "  111  strive  no  more," 
And  frown  thee  from  bis  face. 


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I61--63  ALARMING  AND 

HYMN  161.  C.  M. 

1  ffTiOME  sinners,  you  whose  harden'd  hearts,- 
*^_J  No  fears  of  hell  can  move, 

Come  hear  the  gospel's  mildest  voice, 
That  tells  you,  "  God  is  love." 

2  Thousands,  once  vile  and  base  as  you, 

Surround  the  throne  above; 
The  grace  that  chan°'d  has  tun'd  their  hearts 

To  sing  that  "  God  is  love." 
5  0  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  best  of  blessings  prove ; 
Till  warmer  hearrs,  in  brighter  worlds, 

Proclaim  that  "God  is  love." 


HYMN  163.  M.  7's.— N£WTON. 

*  CJlNNER,  art  thou  still  secure? 

K3  Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray? 

Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure, 

In  the  Lord's  avenging  day. 
2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bar'd! 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow ! 

For  his  judgment  stand  prepar'd, 

Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 


HYMN  163.  C.  M.— Doddridge. 

Acts  xvii.  30. 

1  IP?*  EPENT,  the  voice  celestial  cries, 
MM>  Nor  lonser  dare   delay ; 

The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sov'reign  eye  of  God 

Overlooks  the  crimes  of  men; 
His  heralds  are  despatched  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  Together  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess; 
Accept  the  offer 'd  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 
i  Bow.  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 
Arid  calls  you  to  his  bar; 
For  mercy  knows  th'   appointed  bound. 
And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 


I  v 

AWAKENING.  164-65 

HYMN  164.  P.  M.  6,  6  ,6,  6,  8,  8.— Lee. 
Rom.  iii.  19. 

1  10^"HEN  frowning  death  appears, 

V  V     And  points  his  fatal  dart; 
"When   dark   foreboding  fears 

Distract   the  sinner's  heart! 
The  dreadful  blow  no  arm  can  stay, 
But  torn  away,  he  sinks  to  woe. 

2  Now  every  hope  denied, 

Bereft  of  every  good, 
He  must  the  wrath  abide 

Of  an  evenging  God  : 
No  mercy  there  will  greet  his  ear, 
Nor  wipe  the  tear  of  black  despair. 

3  Sinners,  awake,  attend, 

And  flee  the  wrath  to  come ; 
Make  Christ,  the  Judge,  your  friend, 

And  heav'n  shall  be  your  home : 
His  mercy  nigh,  now  points   the  path 
That  leads  from  death  to  joys  on  high. 


HYMN  165.  C.  M.— Cowpeb, 

1  T^TCW  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour, 
JJ^I    O  sinners,   come  away, 

The  Saviour's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arise  without  delay. 

2  0  don't  refuse  to  give  him  room, 

Lest  mercy  should  withdraw; 
He'll  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come, 
To  execute  his  law. 

3  Then  where  poor  mortals  will  you  be, 

If  destitute   of  grace  ; 
When  you  your  injur'd  Judse  shall  see, 
And  stand  before  his  face? 

4  0  sinners,  sinners,  wont  you  hear, 

When  in  God's  name  we  come? 
Upon  your  peril  don't  forbear, 
Lest  hell  should  he  your  doom. 

5  O  let  not  all  these  calls  be  vain, 

But  lend  a  list'ning  ear ; 
Lest  you   should  meet,  them  all  again, 
When  torapi  in  black  despair. 


166-68  ALARMING  AND 


HYMN  166.  S.  M.— Newtox. 

1  "SUBSTRUCTION'S  dangerous  road 
Sl9  What  multitudes  pursue  I 

while  that  which  leads  the  soul  to  God, 
Is  known  or  sought  by  few. 

2  Eelievers  find  the  way 

Thro'  Christ  the  living  gate  ; 
But  those  who  hate  this  holy  way 
Complain  it  is  too  strait. 

3  If  self  must  be  denied, 

And  sin  no  more  caress'd 
They  rather  choose  the  way  that's  wide, 
And  strive  to  think  it  best. 

4  But  hear  the  Saviour's  word, 

"Strive  for  the  heav'nly  gate; 
Many  will  call  upon  the  Lord, 
And  find  their  cries  too  late! 

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HYMN  167.  L.  M. 

1  ~WZ~  NOW  sinners  ev'ry  one  is  free 

ilL  To  choose  his  course  and  what  he'll  ba 

For  this  eternal  truth  is  giv'n, 

That  God   will  force  no  man  to  heav'n. 

2  He'll  draw,  persuade,  direct  aright, 
Bless  us  with  wisdom,  love  and  light; 
In  nameless  ways  be  good  and  kind, 
But  never  force  the  human  mind. 

8  Freedom  and  reason  make  us  men. 
Take  these  away,  what  are  we  then? 
Mere  animals,  and  just  as  well; 
E'en  brutes  might  think  of  heav'n  or  hell. 

4  O  then  no  more  your  pow'rs  abuse, 
But  ways  of  truth  and  goodness  choose! 
Our  God  is  pleas'd  when  we  improve 
His  grace,  and  seek  the  worlds  above. 

5  But  if  you  take  the  downward  road, 
And  make  in  hell  your   last  abode; 
Our  God  is  clear,  and  you  shall  know, 
You  plung'd  yourselves  in  endless  woe. 

HYMN  168.  C.  M.— Fawcett. 
I  CSlNNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard, 
J^    'Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day, 
fie  calls  you  by  his  sacred  word, 
From  sins  destructive    way- 


AWAKENING.  169-70 


S  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 
You  liye  devoid  of  peace ; 
A  thousand  stings,  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 
8  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell, 
W-hy  will  you  persevere  ? 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair? 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your 'days, 
To  reap  immortal  woe  l 

5  But  he  that  turns   to  God,  shall  live. 

Thro'  his  abounding  grace ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive, 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 


HYMN  169.  L.  M.—  Davies. 

1  d~&NE  thinS  is  needful,  one  alone, 
'sLr  If  this  be  our's  all  is  our  own : 
'Tis  needful  now,  'twill  needful  be 
In  death,  and  thro'  eternity. 

2  Without  it  we  are  all  undone, 

Tho'  we  may  call  the  world  our  own  j 
Not  all  the  joys  of  time  and  sense 
Can  countervail  the  loss  immense. 

3  Great  God !   that  pow'rful  grace  of  thine, 
Which  rous'd  a  soul  so  dead  as  mine, 
Can  rouse  these  thoughtless  sinners  too, 
The  one  thing  needful  to  pursue. 


HYMN  170.  C.  M. 

1  H*    OVERS  of  pleasure  more  than  God, 
JLi  For  you  Christ  suffer'd   pain; 
Swearers,  for  you  he  spilt  his  blood. 

And  shall  he  bleed  in  vain? 

2  Misers,  his  life  for  you  he  paid, 

Your  basest  crimes  he  bore; 
Drunkards,  your  sins  on  him  were  laid. 

That  you  might  sin  no  more. 
s  The  God  of  love  to  earth  he  came, 

That  you  might  come  to  heav'n  j 
Believe,  believe  in  Jesus'  name, 

And  all  your  sins  forgiv'ri. 


171-72  ALARMING,  &C. 


4  Believe  in  him  who  died  for  thee. 
And  sure  as  he  hath  died, 
Thy  debt  is  paid,  thy   soul  is  free, 
And  thou  art  justified. 


"JLr 


HYMN  171.  S.  M Hoskins. 

The  Hypocrite.    Job  xxvii.  3. 
ET  hypocrites  attend, 


And  view  their  awful  state. 
Consider  well  their  latter  end, 
Before  it  be  to  late. 

2  Religion's  form  is  vain, 

While  we  deny  its  pow'r! 

What  will  the  hypocrite  obtain, 

In  death's  tremendous  hour. 

3  Now  he  may  credit  gain, 

And  in  his  affluence  roll; 
But  all  his  profit  will  be  pain, 
When  God   shall  take   his   soul. 

4  Then,  0  what  dread  surprise, 

What  horror  and  dismay, 
When  death  shall  open  wide  his  eyes; 
And  tear  his  mask  away. 

5  Lord,  search  and  know  my  heart, 

And  make  my  soul  sincere, 
And  bid  hypocrisy  depart, 
And  keep  my  conscience  clear. 


HYMN  172.  C.  M. 

Exhortation  to  old  and  young. 

1  TfeEAR  people  all  attention  give, 
JLF    And  hear  what  I  do  say  ; 

I  long  your  precious  souls  should  live 
In  everlasting  day. 

2  Remember  you  are  hast'ning  on, 

To  death's  dark  eloomy  shade ; 
Your  joys  on  earth  will  soon  be  gone, 
Your  flesh  in  dust  be  laid. 

3  Death's  iron  gate  you  must  pass  through, 

Ere  long,  my  precious  friends; 
Where  do  you  then  expect  to  go? 
Where  will  your  souls  then  land? 


CONVICTION,  &c.  173 


4  Pray,  meditate,  before  too  late, 

While  in   a  gospel  land ; 
Behold  King  Jesus  at  the  gate, 
Most  lovingly  doth  stand. 

5  Young  men,  how  can  you  turn  your  face 

From  such  a  glorious  friend  ? 
Will  you  pursue  the  dangerous  race, 
Regardless  of  the  end? 

6  Will  you  pursue  the  awful  road, 

That  leads  to  death  and  hell? 
Will  you  rush  on,  bold  foes  to  God  ! 
With  devils   for  to  dwell? 

7  Young  women  too,  what  will  you  do, 

If  out  of  Christ  you  die? 
From  all  God's  people  you  "must  go, 
To  weep,  lament,  and  cry. 

8  Come  old,  come  young,  who  feel  your  guilt, 

The  fountain's  open'd  wide; 
For  you  that  precious  blood  was  spilt, 
That  fiow'd   from  Jesus'  side. 

9  There  you  may  drink  in  endless  joy, 

And  sing  redeeming  love, 
Till  golden  harps  your  souls  employ, 
In  praising  Christ  above. 


CONVICTION  AND    PENITENTIAL. 


HYMN  173.  S.  M. 

1  ]%ff^  sorrows  like  a  flood, 
i_T_ffl_  Impatient  of  restraint, 
Into  thy  bosom,  0  my  God, 

Pour    out  a  long  complaint. 

2  This  impious  heart  of  mine, 

Could  once  defy  the  Lord, 
Could  rush  with  violence  on  to  Sin, 
In  presence  of  thy  sword. 

3  How  often  have  I  stood, 

A  rebel  to  the  skies, 
And  yet,  and  yet,  (O   matchless  grace!) 
Thy  thunder  silent  lies. 


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174-75        convrcTioN  and 

i  O  shall  I  never  feel, 

The  meltings  of  thy  love? 
Am  I  of  such  hell-harden'd  steel, 
That  mercy  cannot  move? 
8  O'ercome  by  dying  love, 
Here  at  thy  cross  1  lie, 
And  throw  my  flesh,  my  soul,  my  all, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  die. 

HYMN  174.  C.  M.— Watts. 

Godly  sorrow  arising  from  the  sufferings  of  Christ. 

1  A  LAS!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 
/^     And  did  my  Sov'reign  die? 

Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  Ii 

2  Was  it  for  crimes,  that  I  had  done, 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree?— 
Amazing  pity,  grace  unknown  !     • 
And  love  beyond  degree  ? 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ  the  mighty  Maker  died 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  1  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears ; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  tears  can  ne'er  repay. 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away— 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


HYMN  175.  L.  M. 

1  M\H. !  give  me  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn, 
%J  -My  sins  which  have  thy  body  torn ; 
Give  me  with  broken  heart  to  see, 

Thy  last  tremendous  agony. 

2  0  could  I  gain  the  mountain's  height, 
And  gaze  upon  that  wond'rous  sight, 
O  that  with  Salem's  daughters,  I 
Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die. 

3  I'd  han#  around  his  feet  and  cry, 
Lord  save  a  soul  condemn'd  to  die. 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  tlvy  Son. 


PENITENTIAL.  176-77 


i  Father  or  mercy  !  drop  thy  frown, 
And  give  me  shelter  in  thy  Son ; 
And  with  my  broken  heart  comply, 
O  give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

5  O  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
If  thou  wouldst  ease  me  of  my  guilt: 
Good  Lord,  in  mercy  hear  me  cry, 
And  give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

t  0  save  my  soul  from  gaping  hell, 
Or  else  with  devils  I  must  dwell; 
O  might  I  enter,  now  I'm  come, 
Lord  Jesus  save  me  or  I'm  gone. 


L 


HYMN  176.  L.  M.—  Wesley. 

1  £\  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ! 
<^Jr  O  that  I  could  at  last  submit, 

At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down, 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find; 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thy  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  imbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free ; 
I  cannot  rest  till  pure. within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Pain  would  I  learn  of  thee  my  God, 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 
The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  1  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  pow'r, 

My  heart  from  ev'ry  sin  release; 
Bring  near,  bring  near,  the  joyful  hour, 

And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 
«  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  spirit  cheer, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay ; 
Appear  in  my  poor  heart,  appear; 

My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away ! 


HYMN  177.  P.  M.  8's  &  7's. 

AVIOUR,  canst  thou  love  a  traitor? 
Canst  thou  love  a  child  of  wrath  ? 
Can  a  hell-deserving  creature, 
Be  the  purchase  of  thy  death  1 


'S 


178-79  CONVICTION  AND 


2  Is  thy  blood  so  efficacious, 
As  to  make  my  nature  clean? 
Is  thy  sacrifice  so  precious, 
As  to  free  me  from  my  sin  ? 

3  Sin  on  ev'ry  side  surrounds  me, 
No  acquittance  can  I  hear ; 
Pangs  of  unbelief  confound  me, 
Help  me,  Lord,  my  grief  to  bear. 

4  Here  then  is  my  resolution, 
At  thy  dearest  feet  to  fall ; 
Here  I'll  meet  my  condemnation, 
Or  a  freedom  from  my  thrall. 


HYMN  178.  C.  M. 

1  &\  THAT  I  could  my  Lord  receive, 
%Jf    Who  did  the  world  redeem ; 
Wno  gave  his  life,  that  I  might  live 

A  life  conceal'd  in  him. 

2  0  that  I  could  the  blessing  prove, 

My  heart's  extreme  desire: 
Live  happy  in  my  Saviour's  love, 
And  in  his  arms  expire. 

3  In  answer  to  ten  thousand  pray'rs, 

Thou  pard'ning  God  descend, 
Number  me  with  salvation's  heirs, 
My  sins  and  troubles  end. 

4  Nothing  I  ask  or  want  beside, 

Of  all  in  earth  or  heav'n; 
But  let  me  feel  thy  blood  appli'd, 
And  live  and  die  lorgiv'n. 


HYMN  179.  L.  M. 

1  U^TTTH  aching  heart  and  weeping  eyes, 

W    My  guilty  soul  for  mercy  cries, 
What  shall  I  do,  or  wither  flee, 
T'  escape  that  vengeance  due  to  me? 

2  Till  now  I  saw  no  clanger  nigh, 
I  liv'd  at  ease,  nor  fear'd  to  die ; 
Wrapt  up  in  self  deceit  and  pride, 
"I  shall  have  peace  at  last,"  I  cried. 

3  But  when,  great  God !  thy  light  divine 
Had  shone  on  this  dark  soul  ot  mine, 
Then  I  beheld  with  trembling  awe. 
The  terrors  of  thy  holy  law. 


PENITENTIAL.  180-81 


4  How  dreadful  now  my  guilt  appears, 
In  childhood,  youth  and  growing  years 
Before  thy  pure  discerning  eye, 

Lord,  what  a  filthy  wretch  am  I! 

5  Should  vengeance  still  my  soul  pursue, 
Death  and  destruction  are  my  .due; 
Yet  mercy  can  my  guilt  forgive, 

And  bid  a  dying  sinner  live. 
8  Does  not  thy  sacred  word  proclaim, 
Salvation  free  in  Jesus'  name? 
To  him  1  look  and  anxious  cry, 
"O  save  a  wretch  condemn'd  to  die!" 


HYMN  ISO.  M.  6  lines  7' 

1  "inrEA-RTS  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 
jgla   Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdu'd; 

See  iiis  body  mangled,  rent, 

Cover'd  with  a  gore  of  blood, 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done? 
Murder'd  God's  eternal  son ! 

2  Yes,  your  sins  have  done  the  deed, 

Drove  the  nails,  and  fix'd  him  there; 
Crown'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 

Pierc'd  him  with  a  soldier's  spear, 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrafice; 
For  lost  sinners  Jesus  dies. 

3  Can  his  offring  be  in  vain? 

No;   a  cov'nant  keeping  God 
Says  that  "he  shall  see  his  seed"— 

All  the  purchase  of  his  blood. 
Lord,  with  sin  and  self  we  part; 
Saviour,  take  each  broken  heart. 


HYMN  181.  C.  M. 

1  /&  ND  ^id» the  holy  and  the  just-- 
il.  The  sov'reign  of  the  skies, 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  Uu$?, 

That  guilty  worms  might  rise? 

2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  In  his  soul 

Sustain'd  fhe  pains  of  hell. 
The  wrath  of  God,  without  control, 
On  him,  our  surety  fell. 
G 


182-83         CONVICTION  ANI) 

3  He  took  the  dying  sinner's  place, 

And  suffer'd  in  his  stead; 

For  man,  (O  miracle  of  grace,) 

For  man  the  Saviour  bledl 

4  Dear  Lord,  what  heav'nly  wonders  dwell 

In  thy  atoning  blood  ! 
By  this  are  sinners  snatch'd  from  hell, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God, 

5  Jesus,  my  soul  adoring  bends 

To  love  so  full,  so  free  ; 
And  may  I  hope  that  love  extends 
Its  sacred  pow'r  to  me. 

6  What  glad  returns  can  I  impart 

For  favors  so  divine? 
O !  take  my  all— this  worthless  heart, 
And  make  it  only  thine. 

MYHN182.L.  M. —Watts. 

1  #T|H  thou,  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry 
»^F  Thtf  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not,  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin : 
Let  thy  good  spirit  ne'er  depart, 

Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  Tho'  I  have  griev'd  thy  spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  still  afford ; 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  son. 

4  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring: 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 


HYMN  183.  M.  7's. 

1  CfOV'REIGN  ruler,   Lord  of  all, 
jk!9  Prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Hear,  oh  hear  my  ardent  cry ; 
Frown  not,  lest  1  faint  and  die. 

2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men, 
Worst  of  rebels  I  have  been ! 
Oft  abus'd  thee  to  thy  face, 
trampled  on  thy  richest  grace' 


PENITENTIAL;  184^8$ 


3  Justly  might  thy  vengeful  dart 
Pierce  this  bleeding,   broken  heart: 
Justly  might  thy  kindled  ire 
Blast  me  in  eternal  fire. 

4  But  with  thee  there's  mercy  found* 
Balm  to  heal  my  ev'ry  wound; 
Sooth,  O  sooth  my  troubled  breast, 
Give  a  weary  wand'rer  rest. 


HYMN  184.  L.  M.— Watts, 

1  gjjHOW  pity    Lord,  O  Lord  forgive, 
Jl^  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live: 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace; 
Great  God  thy  nature  hath  no.  boundj 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  ev'ry  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  laws,  against  thy  grace; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  blear. 

5  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinrief,  Lbrd, 
Whose  hope  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
"Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there; 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

HYMN  185  C.  M.—  StejotetT. 

1  "EBRGSTRATE,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet, 
MT    A  guilty  rebel  lies, 
And  upwards  to  the  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 
S  0  let  not  justice  frown  me  hence, 
Stay,  slay  the  vengeful  storm; 
Forbid  it  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 
3  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 
To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torVents  flow. 


I8G-87         CONVICTION  AND 


4  But  no  Buch  sacrifice  I  plead, 
To  expiate  my  guilt; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

HYMN  186.  P.  M.  8,  8,  6,  8,  8,  G, 

1  A  S  near  to  Calvary  I  pass, 
UTxl  Methinks  1  see  a  bloody  cross, 

Where  a  poor  victim  hangs; 
His  flesh  with  rugged  irons  tore, 
His  limbs  all  drest  in  purple  gore, 

Gasping  in  dying  pangs. 

2  Surpris'd  the  spectacle  to-  see, 

I  ask'd  who  can  this  victim  be, 

In  such  exquisite  pain? 
Why  thus  consign'd  to  woes1  I  cri'd; 
"Tis  I,"  the  bleeding  God  repli'd, 

"To  save  a  world  from  sin." 

3  A  God  for  rebel  mortals  dies! 
How  can  it  be,  my  soul  replies ! 

What!  Jesus  die  for  me! 
"Yes,"  saith  the  suft'ring  Son  of  God, 
"I  gave  my  life,  I  spilt  my  blood, 

For  thee,  poor  soul,  for  thee." 

4  Lord,  since  thy  life  thou'st  freely  giv'n, 
To  bring  my  wretched  soul  to  heav'n, 

And  bless  me  with  thy  love; 
Then  at  thy  feet,  U  God,  I'll  fall, 
Give  thee  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all, 

To  reign  with  thee  above. 


HYMN  187.  C.  M.— Watts. 

OH,  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain 
My  dear  Redeemer  bore; 
When  knotty  whips  and  rugged  thorns 

His  sacred  body  tore  • 
"Twere  you,  my  sins,  my  cruel  sins, 

His  chief  tormentors  were; 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 

And  unbelief  the  spear. 
"Twere  you  that  pull'd  the  vengeance  down 

Upon  his  guiltless  head, 
Lreak,  break,  my  heart,  O  burst  mine  CJ'06 

And  let  any  Borrows  bleed. 


PENITENTIAL.  188-89 

4  Strike,  mighty  grace,  "my  stubborn  soul, 
Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mino  eyes 
In  undissembled  woe. 


HYMN  188.  L.  M.— Hart. 

1  M^h  F0R  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day, 
%JF  To  melt  this  stubborn  stone  away; 
And  thaw  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake, 
The  seas  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake, 
Of  feelings  all  things  show  some  sign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
What  but  an  adamant  would  melt? 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 

And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  Eternal  Spirit,  mighty  God, 
Apply  within  the  Saviour's  blood; 
•Tis  his  rich  blood,  and  his  alone, 

Can  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  stone. 


HYMN  189.  P.  M.,  9,  8,  9,  8,9,7,  8,  &. 

1  ^^OME  all  ye  tender  hearted  Christians, 
%-J  O  come  and  help  me  for  to  mourn,, 
To  see  the  son  of  God  a  bleeding, 

And  view  his  prec'ous  body  torn. 
Behold  him  praying  in  the  garden, 

With  his  body  bowed  down, 
And  the  bloody  sweat  so  running, 

That  drops  were  falling  to  the  ground. 

2  He  was  a  man  of  constant  sorrow, 

And  went  a  mourner  all  his  days; 
With  sore  distress  was  well  acquainted, 

But  never  went  in  sinful  ways. 
The  foxes  have  their  holes  provided, 

And  the  birds  they  have  their  nests, 
But  the  son  of  man  had  no  where 

To  lay  his  weary  head  to  rest. 

3  Behold  him  when  the  soldiers  took  hlnr, 

And  led  him  unto  Pilate's  bar! 
O  come  ye  tender  hearted  Christians, 
And  view  your  dear  Redeemer  thena; 


190  CONVICTION,  &C, 


Behold  him  when  he  was  condemned, 

Wearing  of  a  thorny  crown, 
And  his  tender  temples  pierced, 

Until  the  blood  came  running  down. 
4  And  then  behojd  the  soldiers  take   him, 

And  nail  him  to  a  shameful  tree: 
O !  see  him  on  the  cross  a  bleeding, 

His  soul  in  mortal  agony ! 
Hark,  now  the  legal  thunders  smite  him, 

Lo,  his  burden'd  bosom  heave! 
Look  how  deep  your  sins  have  stung  him, 

0,  dying  sinners,  look  and  llvei 
6  They  laid  him  in  a  new  sepulchre, 

Where-  never  man  was  laid  bafore ; 
He  burst  the  bars  of  death  asunder, 

And  brought  salvatjon  to  the  poor, 
And  now,  he  is  gone  up  to  heaven, 

Pleading  there  our  ca*use  on  high; 
Christians,  soon  we*ll  follow  after, 

Our  Lord  to  see  and  glorify. 


HYMN  190.  C.  M.— Newton, 

1  1"N  evil  long  I  took  delight 
JL  Unaw'd  by  shame  or  fear; 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 

And  stopt  my  wild  career.) 

2  1  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure  never  to  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his   death, 
Tho'  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

And  plung'd  me  in  despair; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said 

"I  freely  all  forgive; 
"This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid: 
"I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

6  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  Joy, 

My  spirit  how  is  fill'd ; 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Vet  live  by  hira  I  kill'd. 


.  A3 
INVITING,   &C  191-9$g 

HYMN  191.  C.  M.—  Watts, 

ND  now  the  scales  have  left  mine  eyes, 

i.  Now  I  begin  to  see ; 

the  curs'd  deeds  my  sins  have  done, 
What  murd'rous  things  they  be. 
2  Were  these  the  traitors,  dearest  Lord, 
That  thy  fair  body  tore? 
Monsters,  that  stain'd  those  heav'nly  limbs 
With  floods  of  purple  gore? 
$  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 
My  dearest  Lord  was  slain, 
When  justice  seiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
And  put  his  soul  to  pain? 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  prince  of  peace, 

I'll  wound  my  God  no  more ; 
-Hence  from  my  heart,  ye  sins  begone, 
For  Jesus  I  adore. 

5  Furnish  me  Lord,  with  heav'nly  arms, 

From  grace's  magazine, 
And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war, 
With  ev'ry  darling  sin. 


'C 


INVITING    AND    ENCOURAGING. 

HYMN  192.  L.  M. 

OME,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast, 


There  needs  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 
•2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call— 
The  invitation  is  to  all : 
Come  all  the  world,  come  sinner,  thou, 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

3  Come  all  ye  souls  by  sins  cpprest, 
Ye  restless  wand'rers  after  rest: 

Ye  poor  and  mairn'd,  and  halt  and  blind 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  My  message  as  from  God  receive; 
You  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live: 
£)  let  his  love  your  souls  constrain, 
Nor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain. 


193-94  INVITING  AND 


5  Hiff  love  is  mighty  to  compel; 
His  conq'ring  Jove  consent  to  feci; 
Yield  to  his  love's  resistless  pow'r, 
And  fight  against  your  God  no  more. 

g  See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious,  bleeding  sacrifice  ; 
His  oft'er'd  benefits  embrace, 
And  freely  now  be  sav'd  by  grace, 

7  This  is  the  time,  no  more  delay, 
The  invitation  is  to-day; 
Come  in  this  mo?nent  at  his  call, 
And  live  for  him  who  'died  for  all. 

HYMN  193.  C.  M.— E.  Jones. 

1  if^CiME,  guilty  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
hL^  A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come  with  your  guilt  and  soul  opprest, 

And  make  this  last  resolve. 

2  "I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

"Hath  like  a  mountain  rose: 
"I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
"  Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

"And  there  my  guilt  confess: 
"I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
"Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

"Perhaps  will  hear  my  pray'r; 
"But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
"And  perish  only  there. 

5  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

"I  am  resolved  to  try; 
"For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
"I  irust  forever  die." 


HYMN  191.  P.  M.  8,  7,  4.— Haiit. 

3  &r^Q^"r,>  ye  sinnei'S,  poor  and  needy, 
'sLJ  Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  pow'r; 
He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 
2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 
God's  fre<3  bounty  glorify; 


ENCOURAGING. 


True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  you  nigh: 
Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 
3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him; 
This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  spirit's  glimm'ring  beam. 
i  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all, 
Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 
b  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lot  your  maker  prostrate  lies! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  himl 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
"It  Is  finish'd!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 

6  Lo!   th'  incarnate  God  ascending, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 

Let  no  other  trust  intrude. 
None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven, 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name, 
Hallelujah! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 


HYMN  195.  C.  M.— Watts. 

1  ~W    ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 
S-d  And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice ! 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 

With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho!  ail  ye  hungry,  starving  souls 

Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind.— 


196-97  INVITING  AND 


3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepar'd 

A  soul  reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho!  ye  who  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst, 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  all  the  day ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

HYMN  196.  S.  M.— Dobeiju 
1  TW~0\V  is  th'  accepted  time, 
JL^I    Now  is  the   day  of  grace, 
Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay, 

And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 
Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 
The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 
To-morrow?  it  may  be  too  late, 
Then  why  should  you  delay? 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  you  come; 

And  ev'ry  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love; 
Then  will  the  ansels  clap  their  wings, 
And  bear  the  news  above  ! 


HYMN  197.  P.  M.  6,  6,  6,  6,  8,  8:— Bode*. 

:  And  yet  there  is  room."    Luke  xiv.  22, 


ME 


E  dying  sons  of  men, 
Immerg'd  in  sin  and 


The  gospel's  voice  attend, 

While  Jesus  sends  to  you; 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 
•2  No  longer  now  delay, 
No  vain  excuses  frame ; 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 

Tho'  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame. 
All  things  are  ready,  sinners,  comef 
for  ev'ry  trembling  soul  there's  room. 


- 


ENCOURAGING.  198 


3  Compell'd  by  bleeding  love, 

Ye  wand'ring  souls  draw  near; 
Christ  calls  you  from  above, 
His  charming  accent  hear. 
Let  whosoever  will  now  come, 
In  mercy's  arms  there  yet  is  room. 


Now 


HYMN  J98.  P.  M.  8's  &  7% 

OW  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading 
At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart; 
in  heav'n  is  interceding, 
Undertaking  sinner's  part 

CHORUS. 

Sinners  can  you  hate  that  Saviour, 
Can  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms? 

Once  ha  died  for  your  behaviour, 
Now  he  calls,  inireats  and  warns. 

2  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 

Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day ; 

Turn  from  all  your  base  behaviour, 

Now  return,  repent  and  pray. 

Sinners,  fyc, 

3  0  be  wise  before  you  languish 

On  a  dying  bed  of  strife  i 
Endless  joy  or  endless  anguish 
Turn  upon  th'  events  of  life. 

Sinners,  &q. 

4  Open  now  your  hearts  before  him, 

Bid  your  Saviour  welcome  in; 

Now  receive,  love,  and  adore  him, 

Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 

Sinners,  $>c. 
«  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious, 

Now  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee;         " 
See  what  kindness,  love  and  pity, 
Shine  around  on  you  and  me. 

Sinnerf,  fre, 
9  Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready- 
Yet  there's  room  for  many  more; 
O  ye  blind,  ye  lame  and  needy, 
Come  to  grace's  boundless  store. 

Sinners,  fyo> 


199-200  INVITING  AND 

HYMN  199.  L.  M. 

1  nj^O-DAY,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 

Ja.    Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no? 

2  Ye  wand'ring  souls,  who  rind  no  rest. 
Say  will  you  be  forever  blest? 

AVill  you  be  sav'd  from  sin  and  hell- 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell? 

3  Come   now  dear  youth  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound : 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name— 
For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same- 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

5  Leave  all  your  sports  and  glitt'ring  toys, 
Come  share  with  us  eternal  joys; 

Or  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell? 
Then,  dear  young  friends,  a  long  farewell. 


HYMN  200.  C.  M.— Medley. 

Whosoever  will,  let  him  come.    Rev.  xxii.  17. 

1  ^T&H>  what  amazing  words  of  grace 
%J  Are  in  the  gospel  found! 
Suited  to  ev'ry  sinner's  case, 

Who  knows  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Poor,  sinful,  thirsty,  fainting  soul3 

Are  freely  welcome  here ; 
Salvation,  like  a  river  rolls, 

Abundant,  free  and  clear. 
S  Come  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds, 

Your-ev'ry  burden  bring; 
Here  love,  unchangin?  love   abounds, 

A  deep,  celestial  spring. 

4  Whoever  will,  (0  gracious  word!) 

Shall  of  this  stream  partake; 
Come  thirsty  souls  and  bless  the  Lord. 
And  drink  for  Jesus'  sake. 

5  Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace; 
Come  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
And  drink,  adora  and  bless. 


ENCOURAGING.  201- 

HYMN  201.  C.  M.—  Dobell. 

1  "157"  E  burden'd  souls,  to  Jesus  come, 

M.    You  need  not  be  afraid ; 
He  loves  to  hear  poor  sinners  cry, 
He  loves  to  hear  them  plead. 

2  Ye  humble  souls  to  Jesus  come, 

'Tis  he  who  made  you  see, 
Your  wretched,  ruin'd,  helpless  state, 
Your  guilt  and  misery. 

3  Christ  is  a  friend  to  mourning  souls- 

Then   why  should  you  despair, 
Since  Saul  and  Mary  Magdalene 
Found  grace  and  mercy  here? 


HYMN  202.  M.  7's. 

1  jf~^OME,  ye  weary  souls  oppress'd, 
i^J  Find  in  Christ  the  promis'd  rest: 
On  him  all  your  burdens  roll, 

He  can  wound,  and  he  make  whole. 

2  Ye  that  dread  the  wrath  of  God 
Come  and  wash  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
To  the  son  of  David  cry, 

In  his  word  he's  passing  by. 
S  Naked,  guilty,  poor  and  blind, 
All  your  wants  in  Jesus  find; 
This  the  day  of  mercy  is, 
Now  accept  the  proifer'd  bliss, 

4  Debtors,  who  have  nought  to  pay, 
Come  to  Jesus,  haste  away; 

All  your  sins  on  him  were  laid, 
All  your  debts  the  surety  paid. 

5  "It  is  finished,"  lo !  he  cries, 
Ere  on  yonder  cross  he  dies; 
O  believe  the  record  true, 
Jesus  died  for  such  as  you.  / 


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HYMN  203.  C  M._B 

Come  and  see.  John  L "  4G. 

JESUS,   dear  nam?,  how  sweet  it  sounds, 
Replete  with  balm  for  all  my  wounds  ; 
His  word  declares  his  grace  is  free, 
Come,  needy  sinner,  come  an  see. 


204  INVITING  AND 

2  He  left  the  shining  courts  on  high, 
Came  to  this  world  to  bleed  and  die; 
Jesus  the  God,  hung  on  a  treei 

Come,  thoughtless  sinner,   come  and  see. 

3  Your  sins  did  pierce  his  bleeding  heart, 
Till  death  had  done  its  dreadful  part; 
Yet  his  dear  love  still  burns  to  thee— 
Come,  trembling  sinner,  come  and  see.      i 

4  His  blood  will  cleanse  the  foulest  stain, 
And  make  the  filthy  leper  clean; 

His  fountain  open  stands  for  thee— 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see. 

5  No  tongue  can  tell  what  glories  shine 
In  our  Immanuel,  all  divine ; 

O   that  in  sweetest  melody* 

Each  heart  may  sing,  "he  died  for  me." 


HYMN  204  P.  M.  6,6,6,6,8,8.—  SmprARD. 

1  ~^TE  sin-sick  souls  draw  near, 

JL     And  banquet  with  your  king; 
His  royal  bounty  share, 

And  loud  hosannas  sing: 
Here  mercy  reigns,  here  peace  abounds, 
Here's  blood  to  heal  your  dreadful  wounds. 

2  He's  on  the  throne  of  grace, 

And  waits  to  answer  pray'r; 
What  tho'  thy  sin  and  guilt, 

Like  crimson  doth  appear; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 
A  healing  balm  for  all  thy  woes. 

3  0  wond'rous  love  and  grace! 

Did  Jesus  die  for  me? 
Were  all  my   num'rous  debts, 

Discharg'd  on  Calvary! 
Yes,  Jesus  died— the  work  is  done! 
He  did  for  all  my  sins  atone. 

4  On  earth  I'll  sing  his  love, 

In  heav'n  I  too  shall  join 
The  ransom'd  of  the  Lord, 

In  accents  all  divine; 
And  see  my  Saviour  face  to  face, 
And  ever  dwell   in  his  imbrace. 


£ncotjraging;  205*6 

HYMN  205.  C.  M.— Hoskins. 

My  son  give  me  thine  heart.  Prov.  xxiii.   28. 
*  ^)&7~HAT  language  now  salutes  the  ear  ? 
▼  T       It  is  our  Father's  voice  I 
Let  all  the  world  attentive  hear, 
And  ev'ry  soul  rejoice. 

2  Sinner,  he  kindly  speaks  to  thee, 

However  vile  thou  art. 
"Here's  grace  and  pardon,  rich  and  free: 
"My  son  give  me  thy  heart. 

3  "For  thee,  a  traitor,  Jesus  bled, 

And  suffer'd  dreadful  smart: 
"For  thee  the  Lord  was  crucified— 
"My  son,  give  me  thy  heart.  t 

4  "Tho'  thou  hast  long  my  grace  withstood 

"And  said  to  me  departs 
"I  claim  the  purchase  of  my  blood— 
"My  son,  give  me  thy  heart. 

5  I'll  form  thee  for  myself  alone, 

"And   ev'ry  good  impart; 
"I'll  make  my  great  salvation  known— 
"My  son,  give  me  thy  heart."  • 

6  Come,  Lord,  and  conquer  now  my  heart, 

Set  up  in  me  thy   throne; 
Bid  sin  and  satan  hence  depart, 
And  claim  me  as  thine  own. 


HYMN  206.  L.  M.— Gkigg. 

Beheld  I  stand  at  the  door  and  knock.   R$v.   ii 

1  "M3EH0LD  the  Saviour  at  thy  door, 

JL*    He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before; 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still, 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  O  lovely  attitude!    he  stands, 

With  melting  heart  and  outstretch'd  hands! 

0  matchless  kindness!  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 

3  Admit  him— for  the  human  breast 
Ne'er  entertain'd  so  kind  a  guest; 
Admit  him— or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
When   at  his  bar,  deni'd  you'll  stand. 

4  Open  my  heart,  Lord,  enter  in, 
Slay  ev'ry  foe,  and  conquer  sin; 

1  now  to  thee  my  all  resign, 
My  body,  soul,  shall  all  be  thine. 


207-9  INVITING  ANIX 

HYMN  201.  C.  M. 

1  "H"ESUS,  redeemer  of  mankind, 
fcjl  Thy  saving  power  display ; 
Thy  mercy  now  may  sinners  find, 

And  know  their  gracious  day. 

2  Ah,  give  them,  Lord,  a  longer  space, 

Nor  suddenly  consume; 
But  let  them  take  the  proffcr'd  grace, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come. 

3  Open  their  eyes  thy  cross  to  view, 

Their  ears  to  hear  thy  cries : 
Sinners,  the  Saviour  weeps  for  you, 
For  you  he  weeps  and  dies. 

4  All  the  day  long  he  meekly  stands, 

The  rebels  to  receive: 
And  shows  his  wounds  and  spreads  hl3  hands, 
And  bids  you  turn  and  live. 


HYMN  208.  P.  M.  8,7,8,7,4. 

1  DINNERS,  hear,  for  Goi"  hath  spoken, 
►^5  'Tis  the  God  that  reigns  on  high: 
lis  whose  law  the  world  has  broken, 

Sends  you  tidings  of  great  joy  : 
Hear  his  message, 
Hear  it,  sinners,  lest  you  die. 

2  Hear  the  gospel,  sinners,  hear  it, 

Joyful  news  from  heaven  it  brings  ; 
Here's  a  fountain,  O  draw  near  it, 

Open'd  by  the  king  of  kings: 
Living  water, 
Thence  in  streams  eternal  springs. 

3  Sinners,  hear— why  will  you  perish? 

Death  to  life,  O  why  prefer? 
"Why  your  vain  delusions  cherish, 

Why  from  truth  persist  to  err: 
Wisdom  calls  you, 
Happy  they  who  learn  of  her. 

HYMN  209.  C.  M — Kent. 

Physician.  Mark  v.  25-29. 
1  ^TE  sin-sick  souls,  dismiss  your  fears, 
JSL      The  halt,  the   lame,  the  blind; 
Come  touch  the  garment  Jesus  wear?. 
Your  healing  there  you'll  find. 


ENCOUE  AGING.  210-11 


2  Surround sd  with  ten  thousand  cares, 

And  sad  beyond  degree; 
Yet  in  this  garment  Jesus  wears, 
There's  healing  still  for  thee. 

3  Come,  stretch  the  wither'd  hand  to-day, 

For  Christ  is  passing  by; 
Your   case   admits  of  no  delay, 

Unless  ye  touch,  ye  die. 
l  Thro'  ev'ry  crowd  to  Jesus  press, 

When  sin  torments  the  mind; 
Peace  pard'nlng  blood  and  righteousness 

In  his  dear  name  you'll  find. 


HYMN  210.  C.  M.—  Hoskiks. 

It  is  well,  2  Kings  iv.  26. 

1  1TT  shal1  be  wel1  let  sinners  know, 
Ja_  With   those   who  love  the  Lord  ; 
His  saints  have  always  found  it  so, 

When  resting  on  his  word. 

2  Peace  then,  ye  chasten'd  sons  of  God: 

Why  let  your  sorrows  swell? 
Wisdom  directs  your  Father's  rod 
His  word  says,   it  is  well. 

3  Tho'  you  may  trials  sharp  endure, 

From  sin,  or   death,  or  hell, 
Your  heav'nly  Father's  Love  is   sure, 
And  therefore   it  is  well. 

4  Soon  will  your  sorrows  all  be  o'er, 

And  you  shall  sweetly  tell, 
On  Canaan's  calm  and  pleasant  shore, 
That  all    at  last  is  well. 


HYMN  211.  C.  M.—  Steele 

The  Saviour's  invitation.  John  vii.   37, 
•a  FB^HE  Saviour  calls— let  ev'ry  ear 
M.    Attend  the  heav'nly  sound; 
Ye  doubting  souls  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 
2  For  ev'ry  thirsty  longing  heart, 
Here  streams  of  bounty  flow; 
And  life,  and  health,  and   bliss  impart) 
'   To  banish  mortal  woe.  -     ' 

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212-13  INVITING,  &C 


3  H^re  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise, 

To  ease  your  ev'ry  pain  : 
(Immortal  fountain!   full  supplies!) 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4  Ye  sinners  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice, 

The  gracious  call   obey : 
Mercy  invites  to  heav'nly  joys- 
Arid  can  you  yet  delay? 

5  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts, 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink  and  never  die. 

HYMN  212.  C  M. 

1  TET&ETURN,  O  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 
K,  The  father  calls  for  thee, 

No  longer  then  an  exile  roam, 
In  guilt  and  misery. 

2  Return,  O  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 

'Tis  Jesus  calls  for  thee; 
The  spirit  and  the  bride  say— come; 
O,  now  for  refuge  flee. 
a  Return,  O  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 
'Tis  madness  to  delay ; 
There  are  no  pardons  in  the  tomb, 
And   brief  is  mercy's   day. 
4  Return,  O  wand'rer,  noto  return, 
Thy  God  forbids  delay; 
O  stay  not  for  to-morrow's  sun, 
Thy  life  may  end  to-day. 

HYMN  213.  P.  M.  7's.  &  6's. 
Drooping  souls. 

1  TTTkROOPlNG  souls,  no  longer  grieve, 
If  Heaven  is  prcpit'ous- 

If  you  do  in  Christ  believe, 
You  will  find   him  tirecious; 

Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 
And  he  calls  you  to  him, 

He  has  died  for  you  and  me, 
O,  then  come  and  view  him. 

2  From  his  hands,   his  feet,  his  side$ 

Flows  the  healing   fountain; 
i^ec  the  purple  swelling  tide, 
Doundless  as  Aha  ocean- 


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FAITH  &  CONVERSION.  214 


Fee  the  living  waters  move, 

For  the  sick  and  dying ; 
Now  resolve  to  gain  his  love, 

Or  to  perish  trying. 
3  Gospel  grace  is  always  free, 

Drooping  souls  to  gladden; 
Hence  he  says,  "Come  unto  mo, 

"Weary,  heavy  laden." 
Tho'  your  sins  like  mountains  rise, 

Rise  and  reach  to  heaven, 
Yet,  if  you  on  him  believe, 

All  shall  be  forgiven. 
*  Now,  methinks,  I  hear  one  say, 

I   will  go  and  prove  him ; 
If  he  takes  my  sins  away, 

Surely  1  will  love  him: 
Come,  my  Saviour,  come  and  smile, 

Smiling  moves  my  burden; 
I  am  guilty,  poor  and  vile, 

Yet  thou  canst  me  pardon. 
5  Streams  of  mercy,  how  they  flow! 

Surely  now  I  feel  it: 
Half  has  never  yet  been  told— 

O  could  1  reveal  it! 
Jesus'  blood  has  heat'd  my  wounuv, 

O  the  wond'rous  story  I 
1  was  lost,  but  now  I'm  found, 

Glory,  glory,  glory. 
If  no  greater  joys  were  known 

In  the  starry  region, 
1  would   try  to  travel  on, 

In  this  pure  religion. 
Heaven's  here,  and  heaven's  there, 

Glory  here  and  yonderi 
Brightest  angels  join  with  me, 

To  adore  and  wonder. 


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FAITH    AND    CONVERSION. 

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HYMN  214.  C  M.—  Tumsmi. 

Hj^AITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
Ja.1    And  saves  me  from  its  snares; 
Its  aid  in  ev'ry  duty  brines, 
And  softens  all  my  carea. 


215-16  FAITH  AND 


2  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 

And  lishts  the  sacred  fire 
Of  love  to  God  and  heav'nly  things, 
And   feeds  the  pure  desire. 

3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  pow'r. 

The  healing  balm  to  give; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

4  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign, 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain. 


HYMN  215-  C.  M.— Watts. 

*  T^/fTlSTAKEN  souls,  that  dream  cf  heav'n, 
ITtl   And  make  their  empty  boast, 
Of  inward  joys  and  sins  forgiv';;, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancy's  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead: 

None  but  a  living  power  unites 

To  Christ  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart, 

:Tis  faith  that  works  by  love; 

Tbat  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 

And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  heil 

By  a  celestial  pow'r; 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall   prevail 
In  the  decisive  hour. 

HYMN  216.  L.  M. —Watts; 

1  TVfOT  the  best  deeds  that  we  have  dona 
A^t  Can  make  a  wounded  conscience  whole ; 
Faith   is  the  grace,   and  faith  alone, 

That  flies  to  Christ,  and  saves  the  soul. 

2  Lord,  I  believe  thy  heavenly  word, 
Fain  would  I  have  my  soul  renew'd : 
I  mourn  for  sin,  and  trust  the  Lord 
To  have  it  pardon'd  and  subdu'd. 

3  Oh!  may  thy  grace  its  pow'r  display, 
Let  guilt  and  death  no  longer  reign; 
Save  me  in  thy  appointed  way, 

Nor  let  my  humble  faith  be  vain. 


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CONVERSION.  217-4$ 

HYMN  217.  C.  M.^Watts, 

*  £\  GOD  of  mercy  hear  my  call^ 

%Jr  My  load  of  guilt  remove; 

Break  down  this  separating  wall 

That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace; 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  or  heifers  slain 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone; 
The  death-  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  soul  oppress'd  with  sin's  desert 

My  God  will  ne'er  despise; 
An  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  best  sacrifice. 


HYMN  218.  C.  M. 
i  "H"  ASK  the  gift  of  rigbt'ousness, 
Ja.  The  sin  subduing  pow'r: 
Pow'r  to  believe  and  go  in  peace, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 
2  I  ask  the  blood-bought  pardon  seal'd, 
The  liberty  from  sin, 
The  grace  infus'd,  the  love  reveal'd, 
Thy  kingdom  fii'd  within. 
8  Art  thou  not  able  to  convert, 
Art  thou  not  willing  too, 
To  change  this  bold  rebellious  heart, 
To  conquer  and  renew? 
4  Thou  canst,  thou  wilt,  I  dare  believe, 
So  arm  me  with  thy  pow'r, 
That  I  to  sin  shall  never  cleave, 
Shall  never  feel  it  more. 

HYMN  219.  S.  M. 

1  HEATHER,  I  dare  believe 
J8?    Thee  merciful  and  true; 
l'j-iou  wilt  my  guilty  soul  forgive, 
My  fallen  soul  renew. 
I  S  Come  then  for  Jesus'  sake, 
And  bid  my  heart  be  clean : 
An  end  to  all  my  troubles  make, 
An  end  of  all  my  sin. 


220-21  FAITH  AND 


3  I  cannot  wash  my  heart 

But  by  believing  thee; 
And  waiting  for  thy  blood  t'   impart 
The  spotless  purity. 

4  While  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 

Jesus,  thy  grace  bestow ; 
Now  thy  all  cleansing-  blood  apply, 
And  make  me  white  as  snow. 


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HYMN  220.  C.  M.—  Toplady, 

"  Christ  is  all  in  all."    Col.  iii.  11. 
OMPAR'D  with  Christ,  in  all  beside. 


No  comeliness  I  see; 
The  one  thing  needful,  dearest  Lord, 
Is  to  be  one  with  thee. 
S  The  sense  of  thy  expiring  love 
Into  my  soul  convey ; 
Thyself  bestow!  for  thee  alone, 
My  All  in  All  I  pray. 
3  Less  than  thyself  will  not  suffice, 
My  comfort  to  restore ; 
More  than  thyself  I  cannot  crave, 
Nor  canst  thou  give  me  more. 


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HYMN  221.  L.  M. 

Behold  he  pruyeth.    Acts  ix.  11. 
INCE,  Lord,  thy  mighty  grace  did  cali 
A  bloody  persecuting   Saul, 
Let  none  despair— here  God   displays 
His  sov'reign  pow'r,— "  Behold  he  prays." 

2  The  soul  that's  truly  born  of  God, 
Delights  to  run  the  heav'nly  road; 

He  mourns  for  sin,  and  hates  the  ways 
Which  lead  to  death,  "Behold  he  prays." 

3  He  Hies  from  works,  to  Jesus'  blood, 
Yet  proves  by  works  he's  born   of  God ; 
He  runs  with  ioy   in  Zion's  ways, 
And  to  his  God,  "Behold   he  prays." 

4:  In  heav'n,  each  praying  soul  shall  6CC 
Salvation  was  both  rich  and  free ; 
And  thro'  eternal  ages  raise 
Their 'song  to  great  Jehovah's  praise. 


CONVERSION.  222-21 


HYMN  222.  C.  M.— Watts. 

1  "SSfOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is.' 
JO.  Our  sin  how  deep  it  stains-! 
And  Satan  hinds  our  captive  souls 

Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sov'reisn  grace    - 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word ; 
Ho!  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 

3  My  soul  obeys  the  gracious  call ! 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord! 
O  help  my  unbelief. 

4  To  the  blest  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God  I  fly; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  die. 

5  A  guilty,  weak  and  helpless  worm, 

Into  thy  arms  I  fall; 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  right'ousness, 
My  Jesus  and  my  all. 


HYMN  223.  G.  M.— Steele. 

The  Saviour.    John  iv.  42. 

1  FfnHF.  Saviour!  oh,  what  endless  charms 

_H_    Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound! 
Its  influ'nce  ev'ry  fear   disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  peace  around. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine 

In  rich  effusions  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin 
And  doom'd  to  endless  woe. 

3  Oh,  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store ; 
Dear  Saviour  let  me  call  thee  mine, 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 


4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 
Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour  and  my  all. 


HYMNT  224.  P.  M.  7, 6,  7,  6,  7, 7:  7}  6 : 


!~N 


OW,  ah!  now,  I  yield,  I  yield, 
With  all  my  sins  to  part; 


225-26  faith  an# 

Jesus,  speak  my  pardon  seal'd, 

And  purify  my  heart! 
Purge  the  love  of  sin  away, 

Then  I  into  nothing  fall; 
Then  I  see  the  perfect  day, 

And  Christ  is  all  in  all. 
2  Jesns,  now  our  hearts  inspire 

With  that  pure  love  of  thine, 
Kindle  now  the  heav'nly  fire, 

To  brighten  and  refine; 
Purify  our  faith  like  gold : 

All  the  dross  of  sin  remove; 
Melt  our  spirits  down,  and  mould 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 


HYMN  235,  L.  M.—  Cennick, 

Seeking  pardon.    Ps.  xxvii.  8. 

1  IT  <0RD>  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall, 
JL4  Oppress'd  with  fears,  to  thee  I  call; 
Reveal  thy  pard'ning  love  to  me, 

And  set  my  captive  spirit  free. 

2  Hast  thou  not  said,  "Seek  ye  my  face?" 
The  invitation  I   embrace ; 

I'll  seek  thy  face,  thy  Spirit  give! 

O!  let  me  see  thy  face  and  live. 
s  I'll  seek  thy  face  with  cries  and  tears, 

With  secret  sishs  and  fervent  pray'rs; 

And  if  not  heard  I'll  waiting  sit, 

And  perish  at  my  Saviour's  feet. 
4  But  canst  thou,  Lord,  behold  my  pain, 

And  bid  me  seek  thy  face  in  vain ! 

Thou  wilt  not,  canst  not  me  deceive, 

The  soul  that  saeks  thy  face  shall  live. 


HYMN  226.  S.  M.—  Watts. 

Y  God.  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  earthly  cries  prevail 
To  taste  thy  love   divine. 
2  My  thirsty,  fainting  soul 
.  Thy  mercy  does  implore, 
Not  travellers  in  desert  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  mora. 


CONVERSION.  227-28 


S  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  pow'r  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 
4  Foj  life  without  thy  love 
No  relish  can  afford; 
No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
To  serve  and  praise  the  Lord. 


HYMN  337.  P.  M.  8's  &  7's.— Newtojt. 
,£  Bartimeus.    Mark  x.  48. 

*WIIERCY>   °  thou  son  of  David, 
xYJH    Thus  blind  Bartimeus  cri'd, 
"Others  by  thy  grace  are  saved, 

"O  vouchsafe  to  me  thine  aid." 
For  his  crying  many  chid  him, 

But  he   cri'd  the  louder  still, 
Till  his  gracious  Saviour  bade  him. 

"Come  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 
2  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Tho'  by  begging  us'd  to  live; 
Yet  he  a.sk'd   and  Jesus  granted 

Alms  that  none  but  he  can  give. 
"Lord  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

"Let  mine  eyes  behold  the  day-" 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness, 

Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 
SNnw  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around; 
"Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing, 

"What  a  Saviour  I  have  found; 
"0!  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him 

"Or  would  be  advis'd  by  me; 
"Sure  if  they  would  come  unto   him, 

"He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 


HYMN  238.  C.  M BnoWN. 

*f§"    OKD,  at  thy   feet  we  sinners  lie, 
M_J  And  knock  at  mercy 's  door ; 
With  heavy  heart  and  downcast  eye, 

Thy  favor  we  implore. 
In  deep  distress  we  seek  thy  face 

Forgiveness  to  receive, 
We  trust  our  souls  are  taught  thro'  grace 

Our  debtors  to  forgive. 


229-30  faith  and 


S  Tis  pardon  wo  Implore, 
O  let  thy  bowels  move! 
Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustlcss  store, 
And  thou  thyself  art  love. 

4  0!  for  thine  own,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

Our  many  sins   forgive; 
Thy  grace  our  rocky  hearts  can  break, 
And  breaking  soon  relieve. 

5  Mercy,  good  Lord,  mercy  we  plead, 

This  is  the  total  sum; 
Mercy  thro'  Christ,  mercy  we  need, 
Lord,  let  thy  mercy  come. 


HYMN  339.  M.  7's.—  Hammosd. 

1  dT*  RACIOUS  Lord,   incline  thine  ear, 
mLS~  My  requests  vouchsafe  to  hear ; 
Sore  distress'd  with  guilt  am  I, 

Give  me  Christ  or  else  I  die. 

2  Wealth  and  honour  I  disdain, 
Earthly  comforts  all  are  vain ; 
These  can  never  satisfy, 
Give    me  Christ  or  else  I  die. 

S  Lord,  deny  me  v.  hat  thnu  wilt, 
Only  take  away   my  guilt; 
Mourning  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
Give  me  Christ  or  else  I  die. 

4  All  unholy  and  unclean, 

I  am  nothing  else  but  sin ; 

On  thy  mercy  I  rely, 

Give  me  Christ  or  else  I  die. 

5  Thou  dost  freely  save  the  lost, 
In  thy  grace  alone  I  trust; 
"With  my  earnest  suit  comply, 
Give  me  Christ  or  else  I  die. 


C  O,  my  God,  what  shall   1  say? 
Take,  O  take  my  sins  away  .- 
Jesus'  blood  to  me  apply; 
Give  me  Christ  or  else  I  die. 


HYMN  330.  L.  M.— Pbes.  Davies. 

IORD,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
A  Purchas'd  and  sav'd  by   blood   divine; 
"With  full  consent  thine  would  I  be, 
And  own  thy  sov'reign  right  in  me. 


CONVERSION.  231-32 


2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more,  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace; 

A  wretched  sinner,  lost   to  God, 
But  ransom'd  by  Immanuers  blood. 

3  Thee,  my   new  master,  now  I  call, 
Ami  consecrate   to  thee  my   all; 
Lord  let  me   live  and  die  to  thee— 
Be  thine  thro'  all  eternity. 


HYMN  231.     M.  7's.— Newton3 

1  /gT^OME  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
t&J  Jesus  loves  to  answer  pray'r  : 
He   himself  hath  bid  thee  pray, 
Rise  and  ask  without  delay. 

3  With   my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord !   remove  this  load  of   sin ! 
Let  thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 
Bet  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

8  Lord !  1  come  U  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession   of  my  breast. ; 
There  thy  sov'reign  right  maintain. 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

4  Shew  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Ev'ry   hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 


HYMN  232.  C.  M. 

1  IT   LANGUISH  for  a  sight 

M.  Of  him  who  reigns  on  high; 
Jesus'  my  soul's  supreme  delight,. 
For  hira  alone  I   sigh. 

2  O  that  I  knew  the  place 

Where  I  might  find   my  God. 
And  make  the  arms  of  his  embrace 

My  soul's  secure  abode. 
8  Near  to  his  mercy's  seat, 

Where  grace  triumphant  reigns, 
I'd  come  and  worship  at   his  feet, 

And  tell  him  all  ray  pains. 
4  The  arguments  I'd  use 

My  troubles  should  suggest; 
Nor  can  my  blessed  Lord  refuse 

The  cause  of  the  distressed. 


233-35     FAITH  &  CONVERSION, 


5  O  Jesus  bring  me  near, 

New  life,  new  strength  impart, 
Banish  at,  once  my  slavish  fear, 
And  dwell  within  my  heart. 


HYMN  333.  C.  M.— Newton. 

1  A  PPROACH,  my  soul,   the  mercy-seat 
^~3§l  Where  Jesus  answers  pray'r: 
There  humbly  fall   before  his  feet, 

For  noiie  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is   my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
Thou  callest  burden'd  souls   to   thee, 
And  such,   O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  satan  sorely   prest: 
By  wars  without  and   fears  within, 

I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 
8  Be   thou  my  shield  and   hiding  place; 

That  shelter'd  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face. 

And  tell  him,  "Thou  hast  died" 


HYMN  234.  C.  M.— Watts. 

Conversion.  Math,  xviii.  3. 

1  /piHRIST'S  faithful  word  his  solemn  pledga 
iLy  Forever  shall  endure; 

He,  both  the  Saviour  and  the  Judge, 
Hath  seal'd  the  sentence  sure. 

2  "Except  converted,  born  anew, 

Like  children  you  become, 
My   kingdom  hath  no  place   for  you, 

Nor  heav'n  a  final  home." 
8  In  vain   for  outward  sins   you  mourn ; 

Or  change  from  sect  to  sect, 
Unless  from  love  of  sin  you  turn; 

You  cannot  heav'n  expect. 

HYMN  235.  C.  M. 

1    T^TEPUS,  my  life,  thyself  apply, 
fcj    Thy   holy  spirit  breathe; 
My  vile  affections  crucify, 
Conform  me  to  thy  death. 


REGENERATION.  236 


-2  Conq'ror  of  hell,  and  earth  and  sin, 
Still  with  the  rebel   strive: 
Enter  my  soul  and  work  within, 
And  kill  and  make  alive. 
3  Reign  in  me,  Lord,  thy  foes  control, 
Who  would  not  own  thy  sway; 
Diffuse  thine  image   through  my  soul, 
Shine  to  the  perfect  day. 
i  Scatter  the  last  remains  of  sin, 
And    seal  me  thine  abode; 
0  make  me  glorious  all  within, 
A  temple  built  by  God. 


■®@€>— - 


'S 


REGENERATION, 

■~iotO®  Qti'i  — 

HYMN  236.  C.  M.— Hoskins, 

Ye  must  be  born  again.   John  iii.  7. 
INNER.S !  this  solemn  truth  regard ! 


Hear  all   ye  sons  of  men; 
For  Christ,   the   Saviour,  har.h  declar'd 
'Ye  must  be  horn  again." 

2  What'er  might  be  your  birth  or  blood, 

The  sinner's  boast  is  vain: 
Thus  saith  the  glorious  son  of  God, 
"Ye  must  be  born  again." 

3  Our  nature's  totally  deprav'd, 

The  hearc  a  sink  of  sin: 
Without  a  change  we  can't  be  sav'd 

"Ye  must  be  born  again." 
a  That  which  is  born  of  flesh  is  flesh, 

And  flesh  it  will  remain; 
Then  marvel  not  that  Jesus  saith, 

"Ye  must  be  horn  again." 
1  Spirit  of  life !  thy  grace  impart, 

And  breathe  on  sinners  slain: 
Bear  witness,  Lord,  with  ev'ry  heart, 

That  we  are  born  again, 
i  Dear  Saviour  we  willnow  begin, 

To  trust  and  love  thy  word; 
And  by  forsaking  ev'ry  sin 

Prpye  we  are  born  of  God, 


237  REGENERATION. 

HYMN  337.  P.  M.  8,  8,6,  8,  8,  G.-Ockcm. 

1  A  WAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 

J-%   My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 

Expos'd  to  endless  woe; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again 

Or  else  to  ruin  go. 

2  Amaz'd  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  shun  the  sates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  neir. 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain— 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Still  sounded  in  mine  ear. 

3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head; 

I  no  relief  could  find.   - 
This  fearful  truth  increased  my  pain. 
The  sinner  must  he  born  again, 

O'erwhelm'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  an  my  soul, 

A  vast  oppressive  load; 
Alas!  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  he  born  again( 

Or  feel  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture   tell 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

/nd  broke  the  fowler's  snare: 
Y&  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Naz'reth  pass'd  this  way, 

I  felt  his  pity  move: 
The  sinner  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  horn  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 
•l  To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew, 

And  loft'er  notes  did  raise; 
All  hail  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Unnumber'd  millions  born  again, 

Will  shout  thy  endless  praise. 


REGENERATION.  288-89 

HYMN  338.  L.  M. 
Bom  not  of  blood— but  of  God.    John  i.  13. 

1  &,  SSIST  my  soul,  my  heav'nly  king, 
J^SL  Thine  everlasting  love  to  sing: 
And  joyful  spread  thy  praise  abroad, 

As  one  through  grace  that's  born  of  God, 

2  No,  it  was  not  the  will  of  man, 

My  soul's  new  heavenly  birth  began, 
Nor  will,  nor  pow'r    of  flesh  and   blnod, 
That  turn'd  my  heart  from  sin  to  God, 

3  Herein  let  self  be  all  abas'd, 
And  heav'nly  love  alone  confess'd ; 
This  be   my  song  through  all  the  road, 
That  born  I  am,   and  born  of  God. 

4  O  may  this  love  my  soul  constrain 
To  make  returns  of  love  again, 
That  I,   while  earth  is  ray  abode, 
May  live  like  one  that's  born  of  God. 

5  And  when  th'  appointed  hour  shall  come, 
And  thou  wilt  call  me  to  my  home ; 
Joyful  I'll  pass  the  chilling  flood, 

And  sing  and  say,   I'm  born  of  God. 


HYMN  339.  C.  M.— Wallin. 

1  'JOTAIL' !  mishty  Jesus,  how  divine 
jeLM.  Is  thy  victorious  sword, 
The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign 
At  thy  commanding  word. 
•2  Deep  are  the  wounds  thy  arrows  give, 
They  pierce  the  hardest  heart; 
Thy  smiles  of  grace  the  slain  revive, 
And  joy  succeeds  to  smart. 

3  Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh, 

Ride  with  majestic  sway: 
Go  forth,  sweet  prince,  triumphantly, 
And  make  thy  foes  obey. 

4  And  when  thy  victories  are  complete, 

When  all  the  chosen  race 
Shall  round  the  throne  of  glory  meet, 
To  sing  thy  conquering  grace.— 

5  0  may  my  humble  soul  be  found 

Among  that  favor'd  band! 
And  I,   with  them,  thy  praise  will  sound 
R     Throughout  Immanuel's  land. 


240-42  THE  CONVERT. 

HYMN  340.  C.  M.     Watts. 

"Prayer  for  the  toitness  of  the  Spirit, 

HY  should  the  children  of  a  king 


Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  comforter  descend,  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heav'n? 
When  wiit  thou  banish  my  complaints 
And  show  my  sins  forgiv'n? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 

That  I  am  born  of  God. 
A  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come; 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  dove, 

Will  safe  convey  me  home. 


HYMN  341.  P.  M.  6  lines,  S's. 
Prayer  for  assurance. 

1  IP^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire, 
*LJ  Bea:  witness  that  I'm  born  again; 
Come,  and  baptize  me,  Lord,   with  fire, 

Nor  let  a  cloud  or  doubt  remain: 
Give  me  the  sense  of  sins  forgiv'n, 
Sweet  foretaste  of  approaching  heav'n. 

2  Oh !  give  me  now  a  gracious  seal, 

That  ascertains  the  kingdom  mine: 
True  holiness  I  long  to  feel, 

The  signature  of  love  divine; 
O  shed  it  in  my  heart  abroad, 
Fulness  of  love,  of  heav'n,  of  Gods 


w 


THE    CONVERT. 

•—•►►©  @  ©4*««— 

HYMN  242.  L.  M. 

A  hymn  for  young  converts. 
HEN  converts  first  begin  to  sing, 
Their  happy  souls  are  on  the  wing 


THE  CONVERT.  243 

Their  theme  is  all  redeeming  love, 
jFain  would  they  be  with  Christ  above. 

5  With  admiration  they  behold 

The  love  of  Christ  that  can't  be  told ;  *. 

They  view  themselves  upon  the  shore, 

And  think  the  battle  all  is  o'er. 
B  They  feel  themselves  quite  free  from  pain, 

And  think  their  enemies  are  slain: 

They  make  no  doubt  but  all  is  well,  § 

And  Satan  is  cast  down  to  hell. 
4  They  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing, 

And  make  the  heav'nly  arches  ring- 
Ring  with  melodious,  joyful  sond, 

Because  a  prodigal  is  found. 
5,  But  'tis  not  long  before  they  feel 
"  Their  feeble  souls  begin  to  reel ; 

They  think  their  former  hopes    are  vain, 

And  they  are  bound  in  Satan's  chain. 

6  The  morning  that  did  shine  so  bright, 
Is  turned  to  the  shades  of  night; 
Their  harps  that  did  with  music  ring 
Are  now  untun'd  in  ev'ry  string. 

7  O  foolish  child!   why  didst  thou  boast 
In  the  enlargement  of  thy  coast; 
"Why  dost  thou  think  to  fly  away 
Before  thou  leav'st  this  feeble  clay. 

8  Come  take  up  arms,  and  face  the  field ; 
Come,  gird  on  harness,  sword  and  shield; 
Stand  fast  in  faith,  fight  for  your  king, 
And  soon  the  vict'ry  you  shall  win. 

9  "When  Satan  comes  to  tempt  your  minds. 
Then  meet  him  with  these  blessed  lines: 
For  Christ,  our  Lord,  hath  swept   the  field, 
And  we're  determin'd  not  to  yield. 


HYMN  243.  P.  M.  6, 6,  6,  6, 8,  g; 

';  *    A  RISE,  my  soul  arise, 

_£m.  Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears; 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 

In  thy  behalf  appears. 
Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands, 
.)  My  name  is  written  on  his  hands, 
IS  He  ever  lives  above, 
I    For  me  to  intercede: 


244  THE  CONVERT. 


His  all  redeeming  love, 
.     His  precious  blood  to  plead: 
His  blood  aton'd  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Receiv'd  on  Calvary; 
They  pour  effect'al  pray'rs, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me: 
Forgive  him,  O  foreive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  son. 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  flly  God  is  reconcil'd,- 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear ; 
He  owns  me  tor  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear. 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

HYMN  244.  P.  M.  8's  &  7's.— Robinson, 
i  if^OME,  thou  fount  of  cv'ry  blessing, 
^J  Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call. for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above: 
Praise  the  mount,  I'm  fix'd  upon  it* 

Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love! 

2  Hera  I'll  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come, 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger. 

"Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God;  • 

He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood! 

3  Oh!   to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be! 

Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter,  • 
Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thec : 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it- 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  1  love; 

Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 


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HYMN  245.  C.  M— Mason. 

Pearl  of  great  price.    Matth.  xiii.  4  6. 
*  "B"'VE  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  prices 
JJ.  My  heart  exults  with  joy; 
And  sing  1  must— a  Christ  I  have, 
O  what      Christ  have  I! 

2  Christ  is  my  father  and  my  friend, 

My  hrother  and  my  love; 
My  head,  my  hope,  my  counsellor, 
My  advocate  ahovc. 

3  My  Clirtst,  he  is  the  heav'n  of  heav'ns,! 

My  Christ,  what  shall  I  call? 
My  Christ  is  first,  my  Christ  is  last, 
My  Christ  is  all  in  all. 

HYMN  246.  L.  M — Hosicms. 

Whereas  I  was  blind,  nov>  I  see.    John  Lx.  23. 

1  "i^rovv'  !et  my  soul  with  wonder  trace 
JJ%    The  Saviour's  miracle  of  grace ; 
Now  let  my  lips  and  life  record 

The  loving  kindness  of  the  Lord. 

2  Till  late  I  fancied  all  was  well,  - 
Tho'  walking  in  the  road  to  hell; 
But  now,  thro'  grace  divinely  free, 

I  who  was  blind,  am  brought  to  sec 

3  Long  had  I  slept  in  nature's  night, 
But  Jesus  came  and  gave  -me  light ! 
Ten  thousand  praises,  Lord,  to  thee, 
That  tho'  born  blind,  yet  now  I  see, 

i  Lorn*  had  I  wollow'd  in  my  sin 

Blind  to  the  dangers  I  was  in; 

Bat  now  appeal,  great  God,  to  thee 

That  tho'  once  blind,  yet  new  I  sec. 
b  Long  did  I  on  the  law  rely, 

And  pass  the  friend  of  sinners  by; 

But  what  a  glorious  mystery! 

Tho'  I  was  blind,  yet  now  I  see! 
6  Strengthen,  O  Lord,  my  mental  sight,      : 

Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  light; 

Then  shall  I  praise  the  sacred  Three. 

In  time  and  in  eternity. 


c. 


HYMN  247.  P.  M.  6,  6,  9}  6,  6, 

OIVIE  all  ye  happy  race 
Who  are  ransom'd  by  grace. 


248  THE  CONVERT* 

By  the  grace  that  is  free  for  us  all : 

Come  apd  hear,  come  and  feel, 

"While  with  rapture  I  tell 
"What  my  Saviour  hath  done  for  my  soul. 
S     He  removed  my  guilt 

Through  the  Mood  that  he  spilt, 
And  new  life  from  his  death  I  recer.     , 

Then  I  sung  the  new  song, 
-  With  my  heart  and  my  tongue, 
And  my  soul  to  salvation  helievld. 

3  His  adorable  grace 
Through  my  life  I  can  trace, 

And  through  scenes  of  affliction  go  on: 

"With  my  Saviour  in  view, 

The  high  prize  I'll  pursue, 
Nor  be  weary,  nor  faint  as  I  run. 

4  The  good  shepherd  shall  keep 
His  once  Wandering  sheep, 

Who  are  bro't  to  his  fold  he'll  defend. 

'Twas  his  blood  that  I  cost, 

And  I  shall  not  be  lost, 
If  I  hold  on  my  way  to  the  end. 

HYMN  248.  P.  M.  7's.  &  6's.— Newton, 
i  "WJTOW  lost  was  my  condition 
JLJL  Till  Jesus  made  me  whole! 
Tftere  is  but  one  Physician 

Can  cure  a  sin-sick  souli 
The  worst  of  all  diseases, 

Is  lignt  compar'd  with  sin,' 
On  ev'ry  part  it  seizes, 

Put  rages  most  within. 
From  men  great  skill  professing*. 

1  thought  a  cure  to  gain; 
But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain- 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  lor  lost, 
Thus  every  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 
At  length  this  great  Physician—' 

How  matchless  is  his  grace  t 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case- 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me,' 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave," 
To  tell  to  all  around  mo, 

His  wond'rous  pow'r  to  save. 


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HYMN  252.  P.  M.  tf's  &  7's.— Wistghoye. 

1  VJ~AIL!  my  ever  blessed  Jesus, 
JOL  Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing ; 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 

Thou  my  prophet,  priest  and  king. 
CHORUS. 
O  help  one  V  praise  nri  loving  Saviour, 

O  for  what  he's  done  for  me, 
Glory,  honor  and  salvation, 
Christ  the  Lord,  tuts  come  to  reign. 

2  O  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven, 

O  what  joy  and  happiness ! 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven, 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace  1 

3  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir, 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthron'd  above, 
Whilst  astonish'd  I  admire 
God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 

4  That  blest  moment  I  receiv'd  him, 

FillM  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace, 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven, 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace! 


HYMN  253.  L.  M.—  Cennick, 

1  TTESUS>  my  all.  to  heav'n  is  gone, 
&9   He  whom  1  fix  my  hopes  upon; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue, 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment. 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 
S  This  is  the  way  I  Ion?  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  1  found  it  not; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  had  been, 
Because  I  was  not  sav'di'from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  pow'r, 
I   felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
Come  hither,  soul,  "  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo!  glad  I  come,  and  thou  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  whose  I  am: 
Nothing  but  self  have  I  to  give, 
ftothing  but  love  shajj  I  receive, 


254-55  THE  CONVERT. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  1  have  found; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood. 
And  say  "  Eehold  the  way  to  God." 


HYMN  254.  C.  M.—  Rylahd. 

1  TN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 
J8.  My  journey  I'll  pursue; 

Hinder  me  not,  ye  much  lov'd  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Thro'  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes ; 
Hinder  me  not,  shall  be   my  cry, 
Tho'  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Thro'  duty  and  thro'  trials  tooj 

I'll  go  at  his  command ; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land.) 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, 
Hinder  me  not— come  welcome  Lord, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 


HYMN  255.  L.  M. 

1  tf"fcH>  wnat  amazing  love  is  this  I 
%_y  On  earth  I  taste  immortal  bliss; 
I  feel  that  voice  which  is  divine, 
And  know  that  Jesus  Christ  is  mine. 

2  He  leads  me  on  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  feeds  my  soul  with   angel's  food ; 
My  soul  how  free  his  goodness  flows ! 
His  bleeding  love  no  limit  knows. 

3  My  soul  hath  found  my  Christ  to-day, 
I  feel  my  darkness  done  away  ; 

His  presence  made  my  bars  remove, 
And,  oh,  I  feast  on  heav'nly  love. 

4  I  feel  my  sins  are  all  forgiv'n, 

This  is  my  Christ,  my  all,  my  heav'n? 
My  soul  begins  her  lasting  theme, 
'■All  glory  to  my  God  the  Lamb." 


THE  CONVERT.  256-5? 

HYMN  256.  C.  M. 

|H',  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
'  My  dear  Redeemer's,  praise! 
he  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
&The  triumphs  of  his  grace! 
rMy  gracious  Master  and  my  God', 

Assist  m&  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  thro'  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life  and  health  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  pow'r  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  pris'ner  free; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clea»i 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

5  Had  I  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues-, 

Not  one  should  silent  be; 
Hod  I  ten  thousand  thousand  hearts, 
I'd  give  them  all  to  thee. 


HYMN  257.  S.  M.— Hammond-. 

WAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb; 
ake  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 
£  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 
Sing  of  his  rising  pow'r ; 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  ev'ry  day' 

In  Christ  th'  eternal  king. 

4  Soon  shaU  we  hear  him  say,     . 

"Ye  blessed  children,  come;" 

Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  awayi 

And  take  his  wand'rers  home. 

5  Soon  shall  our  raptur'd  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim; 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
OJ  Mosea  and  the  Lamb. 


258-GO  THE  CONVERT. 

HYMN  258.  S.  M.— Newton. 

1  A  MAZING  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound  i 
.rm.  That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me  I 
lonce  was  lost  but  now  am  found— 

"Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  reliev'd ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear 
The  hour  I  first  believ'd. 

3  Thro'  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares 

I  have  already  come: 
'Tis  grace  that  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  And  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  (ail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 


HYMN  259.  S.  M. 

1  A    CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
_/-5L    A  God  to  glorify; 

A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil; 
O  !  may  it  all  my  pow'rs  engage 
To  do  my  master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live: 
And  O !  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely.- 
Assur'd  if  1  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die.  . 


HYMN2G0.  C.  M.—  Doddridge 
l  Cor.  ix.  24. 
1    %.  WAKE,  my  soul  I  stretch  eVry  nerve, 
^tm.  And  press  with  vigour  on; 
A  neav'nly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 


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THE  CHRISTIAN.  264-65 


7  Sorrow  and  Bin  shall  then  expire, 
When  enter'd  into  rest, 
I  only  live  my   God  t'  admire, 
My  God  forever  blest! 
3  My  steadfast  soul  irom  falling  free, 
Shall  then  no  longer  rove; 
But  Christ  be  all  the  world  to  me, 
And  all  my  heart  be  love. 


HYMN  £64  C.  M.— Watts. 

The  Christian's  confidence. 
%  "^K7'HEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
V  ▼     To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 
?  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come,' 

Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home. 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  alL 

4  There  shall  1  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heaVnly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


HYMN  265.  L.  M. 

1  T    ET  thoughtless  thousands  choose  the  road 

JLA  That  leads  the  soul  away  from  God; 

Tins  happiness,  dear  Lord,  be  mine, 

To  live  and  die  entirely  thine. 
S  On  Christ,  by  faith,  my  soul  would  live, 

From  him,  my  life,  my  all  receive; 

To  him  devote  my  fleeting  hours. 

Serve  him  alone  with  all  my  pow'rs. 
3  Christ  is  my  everlasting  all, 

To  him  I  look,  on  him  I  call; 

He  will  my  ev'ry  want  supply, 

in  time,  and  thro'  eternity. 


266-67  THE  CHRISTIAN. 

HYMN  266.  C.  M. 

1  TTESU8,  the  Saviour  of  my  soul, 
Qjf   Be  thou  my  hearts  delight; 
Ever  to  me  the  same  remain, 

My  joy  by  day  and  night. 

2  Hungry  and  thirsty  after  thee 

May  I  he  found  each  hour, 
Humble  in  heart,  and  happy  kept 
By  thine  Almighty  power. 

3  O  may  I  never  once  forget 

What  a  poor  worm  I  ami 
From  death  and  hell  recieem'd  by  blood, 
The  blood  of  God's  dear   Lamb.   ,. 

4  May  thy  blest  Spirit,  in  my  heart, 

Most  sweetly  shed  abroad 
The  love  of  my  incarnate  God, 
Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 

5  The  mystery  of  redeeming  love 

Be  ever  dear  to  me; 
And  may  the  flesh  and  blood  of  Christ 
My  daily  manna  be. 


HYMN  267.  C.  M.— Watts. 

'  T%^B"Y  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
1TJL  The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  thou  appear," 

My  dawning  is  begun; 
Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
If  Jesus  shows  his  mercy  mine, 

And  whispers  I  am  his. 
J  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word, 
Hun  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 

To  see  and  praise  my  Lord. 
'j  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  ev'ry  foe; 
The  wings  of  love,  and   arms  of  faith, 

Would  bear  me  conq'rer  through. 


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THE  CHRISTIAN.  268-69 

HYMN  268.  L.  M.—Gbigg. 

Not  ashamed  of  J  earn. 

1  "fESUS'  and  sha11  u  ever  be> 
*J   A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  I 
Asham'd  of  thee  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days? 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  sooner  far 
Let  ev'ning  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he? 
Bright  morning  Star  bids  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  that  dear  friend 

On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend! 

No;  when  I  blush— be  this  my  shame,  \ 

That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Now  then— nor  is  my  boasting  vain- 
Yes  now,  I'll  boast  a  Saviour  slain  i 
And,  O  may  this  my  glory  be; 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  mer 


HYMN  269.  C.  M.— Watts, 

.    Holy  fortitude,    l  Cor.  xvi.  13. 

1  /^  M  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
jtm.  A  fbllow'r  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  '■ 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowry  beds  of  ease? 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas. 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face, 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood* 
Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace, 

To  help  me  on  to  God? 
i  Sure  I  must  fight,   if  I  would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 

Supported  by  thy  word. 
Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 

With  faith's  discerning  eye. 


270-71  THE  CHRISTIAN 


6  When  that  illustr'ous  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

HYMN  210.  C.  M. 

\  f  H1HE  cross  of  Jesus  purines, 
JL    From  self  and  sin  sets  free; 
His  cross  does  make  us  truly  wise, 
And  brings  humility. 

2  Reproaches,  persecution,  shame,— 

These  must  the  Christian  bear; 
But  when  sustain'd  for  Jesus'  name, 
How  light  these  burthens  are? 

3  Must  we  endure  some  earthly  loss, 

Some  keen  distresses  prove? 

If  these  are  part  of  Jesus'  cross, 

We'll  bear  them  all  in  love. 

4  Must  sharp  temptations  too  beset. 

And  inward  conflicts  seize? 

The  faithful  soul  will  not  forget 

That  these  shall  end  in  ease. 

5  When  sin  is  dead  our  spirits  rest, 

Comfort  and  peace  are  giv'n, 

The  inner  man  serenely  blest, 

We  taste  the  joys  of  heav'n. 

HYMN  211.  S.  M.— Heath, 

[Watch  and  pray.    Mat.  xxvi.  41. 

1 1WBTY  soul  be  on  tny  SuaTd> 

IT  B   Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
Anu  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard ; 
To  draw  thee  from  ths  skies. 

2  0  watch,  and  fight  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  ev'ry  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done. 
'Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ; 
He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  272-73 

HYMN  272.  P.  M.  ll's.— LeiwadJ^ 

1  Trj'OW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
JLJL  Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  have  fled. 

2  In  ev'ry  condition,  in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth; 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

"  As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength  ever  be. 

3  "Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  0  be  not  dismay'd, 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 

I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless ; 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

6  When  thro'  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all  sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply ; 
The  flames  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  desien, 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

,6  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 

'    My  sov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ,  - 

And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  these  temples  adorn,  • 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

1  Ths  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd' for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  cannot  desert  to  his  foes ; 
That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavour  to  shake, 
1 11  never— no  never— no  never  forsake." 


HYMN  273.  C.  M. 

f  fcP  E JOICE,  believer  in  the  Lord, 
MA>  Who  makes  your  cause  his  own: 
The  hope  that's  built  upon  his  word 
Can  ne'er  be  overthrown. 
.2  Tho   many  foes  beset  your  road, 
And  feeble  is  your  arm,     ' 
Your  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  harm. 
3  Weak  as  you  are,  you  shall  not  faint. 

Or  fainting  shall  not  die; 

.    Jesus,  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint 

Will  aid  you  from  on  high. 


274-75         THE  CHRISTIAN. 


4  As  surely  as  he  overcame 
And  triumph'd  once  for  you, 
So  surely  you  that  love  his  name 
Shall  triumph  in  him  too. 


HYMN  274.  M.  7's.— Cowpeb. 

Refuge  for  the  temvted.    Deut.  xxxih.  23, 

1  WESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
#P   Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly; 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  nigh! 

2  Bide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  siorm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
O  receive  my  soul  at  last! 

3  Other  refuee  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee; 
Leave,  ah!  leave  me  not  alone- 
Still  support  and  comfort  me! 

4  All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  1  bring; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shawdow  of  thy  wing. 

5  Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee: 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart- 
Rise  to  all  eternity! 

HYMN  275.  C.  M.— Doddridge, 

J    TesUS.  I  love  ihy  charming  name, 
QjP   'Tis  music  to  my -Car; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heav'n  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
Arjd  golqt  byt  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  pow'rs  can  wish 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell?  upon  my  heart, 

And  shea  its  fragrance  there ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 


THE  CHRISTIAN.         276-78 


5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 
With  my  last  lab'ring  breath; 
And,  dying,  triumph  in  thy  cross, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


HYMN  216.  C.  M.— Cowpeh. 

1  TLJfOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
MM  ,n  a  believer's  ear! 

It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wound, 
And  drives  away  his  fears. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 
Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Jesus !  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend. 

My  prophet,  priest,  and  king; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 


HYMN  2H.  C.  M. 

1  "■*  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives 
M  And  ever  prays  for  me: 

A  token  of  his  love  he  gives— 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  Thy  love  I  soon  expect  to  find 

In  all  its  depth  and  heigth; 
To  comprehend  th'  eternal  mind 
And  grasp  the  infinite. 

3  When  God  is  mine,  and  1  am  his, 

Of  Paradise  possess'd, 

I  taste  unutterable  bliss, 

And  everlasting  rest. 


HYMN  218.  S.  M.— Watts; 

1  "M/ffY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
lTM.  To  thee,  to  thee  I  call; 

1  cannot  live  if  thou  remove. 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll; 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre;  of  my  soul. 


279-80  THE  CHRISTIAN. 


3  To  thee  my  spirits  fly 
With  infinite  desire, 
And  yet,  how  far  from  thee  I  lie! 
Dear  Jesus,  raise  me  high'r. 


HYMN  219.  P.  M.  8,  8,  7,  8,  8,7,  4,  8,  4,  8, 

1  1TOW  bright  appears  the  morning  star, 
MM.  With  grace  and  truth  beyond  compare— 

The  royal  root  of  Jesse  : 
O  David's  son,  of  Jacob's  line, 
My  soul's  belov'd  and  king  benign, 

Thou'rt  come  from  heav'n  to  bless  me. 
Precious,  gracious, 
Fair  and  glorious,  e'er  victorious, 
Is  my  Saviour, 
Nought  but  he  can  please  me  ever. 

2  How  doth  my  needy  soul  rejoice 
That  Christ  whom  I  so  richly  prize, 

Is  Lord  of  light  and  glory : 
At  last  he'll  bring  me  to  that  place, 
"Where  all  the  wonders  of  his  grace 

Shall  be  disclos'd  before  me. 
Amen,  Amen ! 

Come,  Lord  Jesus,  come  release  me ; 
O  come  speedy, 
Lord,  to  meet  thee  1  am  ready. 


HYMN  280.  T.  M.,  6,  6,  6,  4,  G,  6,  6,  6, 6,  4. 

1  "ffjBfOW  precious  is  the  name! 
JJJL  Brethren  sing,  brethren  sing, 
How  precious  is  the  name: 
Brethren  sing, 

How  precious  is  the  name 
Of  Christ,  the  paschal  Lamb, 
Who  bore  our  guilt  and  shame 
On  the  tree,  on  the  tree, 
Who  bore  our  guilt  and  shame 
On  the  tree. 

2  I've  given  all  for  Christ, 
He's  my  all,  he's  my  all;    :8: 
I've  given  all  for  Christ, 
And  my  spirit  cannot  rest, 
Unless  he's  in  my  breast, 
Reigning  ttieje,  reigning  there.   :?; 


THE  DOUBTING.  281 


8  His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear 
With  delight,  with  delight;    sBs 
His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear 
And  his  cross  I  will  not  fear ; 
His  name  I  will  declare, 
Ever  more,  ever  more.    :Si 

I  And  when  we  all  get  home 
We  will  sing,  we  will-sing;    : 
And  when  we  all  get  home, 
Around  our  Father's  throne, 
And  myriads  join  the  theme, 
We'll  sing  on,  we'll  sing  on.    : 


THE    DOUBTING. 

HYMN  281.  C.  M.— Newton 

Perplexity  and  doubts  relieved. 

1  TTNCERTAIN  how  the  way  to  find 

^J    Which  to  salvation  led, 
1  listen'd  long,  with  anxious  mind, 
To  hear  what  others  said. 

2  When  some  of  joys  and  comforts  told, 

I  fear'd  that  I  was  wrong ; 
For  I  was  stuped,  dead  and  cold, 
Had  neither  joy  nor  song. 

3  T*he  Lord,  my  lab'ring  heart  rellev'd* 

And  made  my  burden  light ; 
Then  for  a  moment  I  believ'd, 
Supposing  all  was  right. 

4  Of  fierce  temptations  others  talk'd, 

Of  anguish  and  dismay, 
Thro'  what  distresses  they  had  walk'd, 
Before  they  found  the  way; 

5  Ah  !  then  I  thought  my  hopes  were  vain, 

For  I  had  liv'd  at  ease ; 
I  wished  for  all  my  fears  again ; 
To  make  me  more  like  these. 

6  I  had  my  wish,  the  Lord  disclos'd 

The  evils  of  my  heart ; 
And  left  my  naked  soul  expos'd 
To  Satan's  fi'ry  dart. 


282  THE  DOUBTING. 


9  Alasr  "I  now  must  give  it  up,"! 
1  cried  in  deep  despair ; 
How  could  I  dream  of  drawing  hope 
From  what  I  cannot  bear ! 
S  Again  my  Saviour  brought  me  aid, 
And  when  he  set  me  free, 
"Trust  simply  on  my  word,"  he  said, 
"And  teave  the  rest  to  me." 


HYMN  282.  P.  M.  7's.— Newtoh: 

Lovcst  thou  me  ?    John  xxk  15. 

1  ynrilS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

JL    Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought; 
Do  1  love  the  Lord  or  no  7 
Am  1  his,  or  am  1  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  1  thus, 

Why  this  dull,  and  lifeless  frame  ? 

Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse,    • 

Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Ptay'r  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
EVry  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love? 

4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild. 
FilI'd  With  unbelief  and  sin, 

Can  1  deem  myself  a  child? 
5.  If  1  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do ; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 

Tell  me,  is  it  tints  with  yow? 
©■  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall; 
Should  l  grieve  for  what  1  feel, 

If  I  did  not  love  at  all? 
7  Could  I  joy  the  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  way  1  once  abhor'd, 
Find  at  tiises  the  promise  sweet, 

If  1  did  not  lwe  the  Lord? 


Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case, 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sim. 

Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace. 
If  it  be  indeed  begun* 


ON  BACKSLIDING*        283-84 


3  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  mere,, 
If  I  love  at  all  I  pray ; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 


HYMN  283.  C.  M.—  Cowper. 
Contrite  heart.    Isa.  Ivii.  15. 
1  fM^HE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 
JL    On  contrite  hears  bestow ; 
Then  tell  me  gracious  God,  is  mine, 
A  contrite  heart  or  no? 
3  I  hear,  but  ssem  to  hear  in  vain, 
Insensible  as  steel ; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  "find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclin'd 

To  love  tuee  if  I  could, 

But  often  fee)  another  mind, 

Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

4  My  best  desires  ate  faint  and  few,' 

I  fdin  would  strive,  for  more; 
But  when  I  cry,  "My  strength  renew," 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

5  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 

And  love  thy  house  of  pray'r, 
I  therefore  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 

6  O  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache, 

Decide  this  doubt  for  irse  ; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 

ON    BACKSLIDING. 
HYMN  284.  C.  M  —  Newton 

O  that  I  were  as  in  nionths  past.    Job  xxxi.'.  2. 
1  C5WEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
►5  The  Saviour's  pardoning  blooi, 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  mo  home  to  God. 


i 


285  Otf  BACKSLIDING. 


2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd. 

His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue ; 
And  when  the  ev'ning  shades  prevail'd, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  vain  the  tempter  spreads  his  wiles, 

The  world  no  more  could  charm ; 
I  liv'd  upon  my  Saviour's  smiles, 
And  lean'd  upon  his  arm. 

4  In  pray'r  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 
And  when  I  read   his  holy   word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 

5  Then  to  his  saints  I  often  spoke 

Of  what  his  love  had  done; 
But  now  my  heart  is  almost  broke, 
Tor  air  my  joys  are  gone. 

6  Now  when  the  evening  shade  prevails. 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

7  My  prayers  are  now  an  empty  noise, 

For  Jesus  hides  his   face; 
I  read,  the  promise  meets  my  eyes, 
But  will  not  reach  my  case. 

8  Now  Satan  threatens  to  prevail, 

And  make  my  soul  his  prey  ; 
Yftt,  Lord,  thy  mercies  cannot  fail— 
0  come  without  delay. 

HYMN  385.  S.M. 

1  ~&-]I"ow  can  l  vent  my  grief? 
JOL  My  comforter  is  fled ; 
By  day  I  sigh  without  relief, 
And  groan  upon  my  bed. 
fel  once  enjoy'd  my. Lord; 
Liv'd  happy  in  his  love, 
Delighted  in  his  holy  word, 
And  sought  my  rest  above. 

3  But,  0 !  alas,  my  soul 

Where  is  my  comfort  now? 
Why  did  I  let  my  love  grow  cold? 
Ah!   why  to  iduls  bow? 

4  How  little  did  I   think, 

When  first  I  did  begin, 
To  join  a  little  with  the  world, 
It  was  so  great  a  sin. 


ON  BACKSLIDING.  286 


5  i  thought  I  might  conform, 

Nor  singular  appear, 
Converse  and  dress  as  others  did, 
But  now  I  feel  the  snare. 

6  My  confidence  is  gone ; 

I  find  no  words  to  say; 
Barren  and  lifeless  is  my  soul, 
When  1  attempt  to  pray. 

7  I  feel  asham'd    to  bow, 

When  with  the  saints  I  meet; 
While  on  their  knees  my  brethren  cr/f 
I  stand  or  keep  my  seat. 

8  My  soul !   this  will  not  do, 

Thy  day  is  almost  past: 
I  must  repent  and  turn  to  God, 
Or  sink  to  hell  at  last. 

9  Trembling  to  Christ  111  fly, 

And  all  my  sins  confess; 
At  Jesus'  cross  I'll  humbly  fall, 
And  ask  restoring  grace. 

10  I'll  mortify  my  pride  j 

Myself  I  will  deny? 
And  if  I  perish,  Lord,  at  last 
Beneath  thy  cross  I'll  die. 

HYMN  386.  C.  M.—  CoWPEI*, 

1  jTfe  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
%JF  A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame  j 
A  light  to   shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord; 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  Void, 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  0  holy  Dovet  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn^ 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

What'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 


287-88        ON  BACKSLIDING. 


6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame, 
So  purer  liijlit  shall  mark    the  road 
That  leads  me  to'  the  Lamb. 


HYMN  38 7.  C.  M. 

1  fiOME,  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 
%^J  One   God,  in  parson  three, 

Bring  back  the  heavenly  blessing  lost 
By  all  mankind  and  me. 

2  Thy  favor,  and  thy  nature  too, 

To  me,  to  all  restore, 
Forgive  and  after  God  renew, 
And  keep  me  evermore. 

3  Eternal  Sun  of  righteousness, 

Display  thy  beams  divine. 
And  cause  the  glories  of  tny  face, 
Upon  my  heart  to  shine. 

4  Light  in  thy  light,  O  may  I  see, 

Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove! 
Reviv'd  and  cheer'd  and  blest  by  thee 
The  God  of  pard'ning  live. 

5  Lift  up  thy  countenance  serene, 

And  let  thy   happy  child 
Behold,  without  a  cloud  between; 
The  Godhead  reconcil'd. 

6  That  all  comprising  peace  bestow. 

On  me,  through  grace  forgiv'nj 
The  joy  of  holiness  below, 
And  then  the  joy  of  heav'nt 


HYMN  388.  P.  M«  8  lines  8s.— Newton ; 

1  IJOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
MM  When  Jesus  no  longer  1  see; 

Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flow'rs, 
Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to   me. 

The  mid-summer  sun  shines  but  dim, 
The  fields  strive  in  Tain  to  look  gay; 

But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December  :s  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice; 


on  backsliding:      269»-D0 


I  should^  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear, 
No  mortal  more  happy  than  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 
3  Dear   Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say  why  do  1  languish  and  pine?  P 

And  why  are  rr.y  winters  so  long? 
O  drive  these  dark  clouds  Irom  my  sky, 

Thy  soul  cheering  presence  restore : 
O  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


HYMN  389.  C.  M— Watts. 

Complaining  of  Spiritual  Sloth. 
Y  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so, 
Awake   my   sluggish  soul : 
Nothing  has  have  thv  work   to  do, 
Yet  nothing  's  half  so  dull. 
3  Go  to  the  ants;  for  one  poor  grain, 
See  how  they  toil  and  strive? 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  V  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live? 

3  We  for  whom  God,  the  Son,  came  down, 

And  laboi'd  for  our  good  ; 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ? 

4  Lord  shall  we  live  so  slug»ish  still, 

And  never  act  our  par's! 
Come.  Holy  Dove,  from  th*  heav'nly  hill, 
And  warm  our  frozen  hearts. 

5  Help  us  with  active  warmth  to  move, 

With  vig'rous  souls  to  rise, 
With  hands  of  faith  and  wings  of  love, 
To  fly  and  take  the  prize. 


HYMN  390#  P.  M.  6,  6,  9,  6,  6,  9, 

1     M  H  !  but  where  am  I  now  7 
J^_  And  why  was  it  and  how, 
Thai  I  fell  from  my  heaven  of  grace ' 

I  am  brought  into  thrall ; 

I  am  stript  of  my  all ; 
1  am  banish' J  from  Jesus'  face ! 


291  PRAYER  FOR 

2  Harclley  yet  do  I  know, 
How  I  let  my  Lord  go ; 

So  insensibly  started  aside; 

But  what'er  was  the  cause, 

I  lament  the  sad  loss, 
For  the  veil  is  coma  over  my  heart. 

3  Now,  no  tongue  can  declare, 
The  keen  torment  I  bear, 

While  no  end  of  my  troubles  I  see, 

Only  Adam  could  tell, 

On  the  day  that  he  fell, 
And  was  turn'd  out  of  Eden  like  me. 

4  Driven  out  from  my  God, 
I  now  wander  abroad; 

Through  a  desert  of  sorrow  I  rove ; 

And  how  great  is  my  pain, 

That  I  cannot  regain 
My  lost  Eden  of  Jesus's  love  l 

5  Ah!  shall  I  ever  rise 
To  my  first  paradise? 

Ever  come  my  redeemer  to  see? 
Yes  I  feel  a  faint  hope, 
That  at  last  he  will  stoop, 

And  his  pity  shall  bring  him  to  me. 


■»(*©€> 


PRAYER   FOR  A  REVIVAL. 

HYMN  291.  P.  M.  8,  7, 8,7.  4,  7.-Newtox. 

Prayer  for  a  revival.    Ps.  Ixxxv.  6.    Hab.  iii.  2. 

1  CjAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation, 
K-7  Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain! 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  return  again. 
Lord  revive  us ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest  for  want  of  thy  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

3  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  pray'rs; 
Let  each  one  esteem  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 


A  REVIVAL,  292-93 


■  A  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  pow'r, 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 


HYMN  292.  C.  M.—  Doddridge. 

On  a  fast  day,  for  Ihe  revival  of  religion;  or,  The 
ision  oj  dry  bones.    Ez,  xxxvii.  3. 


I  T    OOK  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
jLA  See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie: 
Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground. 
And  scatters'  slaughter'd  heaps  around. 
1 2  And  can  these  mould'ring  corpses  live, 
And  can  these  perish'd  bones  revive? 
That  mighty  God  to  thee  is  known, 
That  woM'rous  work  is  all  thine  own, 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain, 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain; 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
Till  thine  Almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  But  if  thy  Spirit  deigns  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  thro'  all  the  realms  of  death ; 
Dry  benes  obey  thy  pow'rful  voice, 
They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice. 


HYMN  293.  S.  M.— Hart, 

1  ^iOME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
§L>  Let  thy   bright  beams  arise; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 

The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood ; 
And  to  our  wond'ring  view  reveal 
'  The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul; 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  ev'ry  part, 
And  new  create  the  whole. 

4  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove; 
Kindle  in  our  hearts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 


594-95  TRAYER  FOR 


HYMN  294.  L.  M. 

'  "1"  LOXG  to  see  the  season  come, 
JL  When  sinners  shall  come  flocking  home, 
To  taste  the  riches  of  God's  love, 
And  seek  the  j  >ys  that  are  above. 

2  Hark  !  how  the  gospel  trumpets  sound, 
Inviting  sinners  all  around; 

Behold  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  A  few  days  more  and  you  must  go 
To  realms  of  joy  or  endless  wo; 

In  worlds  of  bliss  with  Christ  to  dwell. 
Or  sink  beneath  his  frowns  to  hell. 

4  Come  now,  poor  sinner,  counsel  take, 
And  all  your  sinful  ways  forsake; 

This  world  give  o'er,  leave  friends  behind, 
In  Christ  redemption  you  shall  find. 

5  Take  your  companions  by  the  hand, 
And  your  connexion  in  a  band ; 
And  give  them  up  at  Jesus'  call, 
For  he  can  bless  and  save  them  all. 


HYMN  295.  L.  M.— Kissburt- 

Isaiah  lvii.  6,  7, 

1  g~*i  RKAT  Lord  of  alt  thy  churches,  hear. 
VJf  Thy  minister's  and  people's  prayT; 
Peifum'd  by  tliee,  O  may  it  rise 

Like  fragrant  incense  to  the  skies. 

2  Revive  thy  churches  wjth  thy  grace, 
Heal  all  our  breaches,  grant  us  peace, 
R  use  us  from  sloth,  our  hearts  inflame 
With  ardent  zeal  for  Jesus'  name. 

3  May  young  and  old  thy  word  receive, 
Dead  sinners  hear  thy  voice  and  live; 
The  wounded  conscience  healing  find. 
And  joy  refresh  each  drooping  mind. 

4  May  aged  saints,  matur'd  with  grace. 
Abound  in  fruits  of  holiness; 

And  when  translated  to  the  skies, 
May  younger  in  their  stead  arise. 

5  Thus  we  our  suppliant  voices  raise, 
And  weeping  sow  the  seed  of  praise, 
In  humble  hope  that  thou  wilt  hear 
Thy  minister's  and  people's  pvayr. 


A  REVIVAL.  296-97 


HYMN  39G.  P.  M.  6  lines  8's.— Davies. 

1  "MATERNAL  Spirit,  source  of  light, 

Fi  Enliv'aing,  consecrating  fire, 
Descend  and  with  celestial  heat 

Our  dull,  our  frozen  hearts  inspire; 
Our  souls-  refine,  our  dross  consume! 
Gomel  condescending  Spirit,  come! 

2  In  our  cold   breasts,  O  strike  a  spark 

Of  the  pure  flame  which  Seraphs  feel; 
Nor  let  us  wander  in  the  dark, 

Or  lie  benumb'd  and  stupid  still; 
Come,  vivifying  spirit,  come, 
And  make  our  hearts  thy  constant  home. 

3  Let  pure  devotion's  favor  rise, 

Let  every  pious  passion  glow ; 
O  let  the  raptures  of  the  skies 

Kindle  in  our  cold  hearts  below! 
Come,   condescending  spirit  come, 
And  make  our  souls  thy  constant  home' 


HYMN  39T.  P.  M.  8,  7,  8,  7,  4, 

Prayer  for  unconverted  relatives. 

1  T    ORD,  our  ransom'd  souls  adore  thee, 
JLj  Thou  our  joy  and  portion  art: 

Day  and  night  we  plead  l>efore  thee— 
Answer  Lord-- thy  grace  impart, 
Send  thy  spirit, 
Pierce  the  stubborn  sinners'  heart. 
d  Ah !  dear  Lord,  they're  bound  for  ruin, 
Hast'ning  down  to  endless  wo : 
While  their  danger  we  are  viewing, 
Streams  of  briny  sorrow  flow, 
Lord,  alarm  them, 
Or  to  ruin  they  must  go! 

2  See,  dear  Lord,  our  near  connexions, 

Dear  companions  all  around, 
Brothers,  sisters,  children,  parents, 
Down  to  desperation  bound. 
Jesus  save  them, 
Let  the  lost  again  be  found. 
4  Pray'rs  and  tears  alas!  we've  vented; 
Shall  we  weep  and  pray  in  vain? 
Yet  alas  they  seem  contented; 
Nought,  but  scoffs  and  frowns  we  gain. 
Jesus,  save  them, 
Save  ihem.  Lord,  from  endless  pain. 


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5  Death,  it  my  be,  now  is  near  them, 
Soon  they'll  feel  his  cold  embrace: 
Gracious  heaven!  shall  we  hear  them 
Mourn  thy  long  rejected  grace. 
Lord,  constrain  them 
Now  to  seek  a  Saviour's  face. 
,6  Lord,  we  view  the  separation 
At  thy  great  tremendous  bar; 
Mourning,  weeping,  lamentation, 
Must  be  their  employment  there. 
Must  we  see  them 
Stand  their  awful  doom  to  hear? 

7  Must  we  there  be  separated, 

Never,  never  more  to  meet?,.- 
Mournful  scene,  long  contemplated! 

Lord,  and  is  there  mercy  yet? 
Lay  them  prostrate, 
Precious  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 

8  Lord,  display  thy  matchless  power,' 

Pierce  their  stubborn  hearts  of  stone, 
Make  them  dread  that  awful  hour- 
Bow  them  Lord,  before  thy  throne. 
Save  them  Jesus, 
Save  them,  save  them  for  thine  own. 


!■■>•  Og®- 


REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL. 

HYMN  398.  G.  M. 

1  "WW E'S  come,  let  every  knee  be  bent, 
'MM.  All  heart's  new  joy  resume ; 
Sing,  ye  redeem'd  with  one  consent, 

"The  comforter  is  come." 

2  What  greater  gift,  what  greater  love, 

Could  God  on  man  bestow? 
Angels  for  this  rejoice  above,  , 

Let  man  rejoice  below. 


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A  REVIVAL.  299-800 

HYMN  299.  P.  M.  8's.  &  7's. 

ARK!  the  jubilee  is  sounding, 
ml 


0  the  joyful  news  is  cornel 

Free  salvation,  grace  abounding. 

By  and  through  God's  only  son. 

Now  the  Saviour  is  beginning 

To  revive  his  work  again. 

Glory,  honor  and  salvation, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  com*  to  re%gn. 
S  Come,  young  friends,  pray  don't  reject  him, 

Come  to  Jesus  in  your  prime; 

Choose  salvation,  don't  reiect  it, 

O  embrace  it,  now's  your  time ! 

Turn  to  the  Lord  and  seek  salvation, 

Sound  the  praise  of  his  dear  name. 
Glory,  honor,  #o. 

3  Now  let  each  one  cease  from  sinning, 
Follow  Christ,  the  call  obey, 

And  our  souls  shall  find  a  blessing 
Seeking  Jesus  in  the  ways 
Golden  moments  we've  negleeted^ 
Oh!  the  time  we've  spent  In  rain. 
Glory,  honor,  $>&. 

4  Come,  dear  brethren,  praise  your  Jesus, 
Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore, 
May  his  great  love  now  constrain  us, 
His  great  name  for  to  adore: 

O  then  let  us  join  together 
Crowns  of  glory  to  obtain. 
Glory,  honor,  frc. 


HYMN  300.  C.  M. 

I  I  tf^ONVINC'D  of  sin,  men  now  begin 

I I  %J  To  call  upon  the  Lord ; 

I   Trembling  they  pray,  and  mourn  the  day, 

|.     In  which  they  scorn'd  his  word. 

i  Young  converts  sing  and  praise  their  King, 

And  bless  God's  holy  name ; 
I  iWhile  older  saints  leave  their  complaints, 

And  joy  to  join  the  theme. 
God's  chariot  rolls  and  frights  the  souls 

Of  those  who  hate  the  truth ; 
|  And  saints  In  pray'r  cry,  "  Lord  draw  near, 

Have  mercy  on  the  jKHith— 
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301-2  REJOICING  IN 


\  Pour  down  a  sh  >wer  of  thy  great  power, 
On  ev'ry  aching  heart; 
On  all  who  try  and  humble  cry, 
That  they  may  have  a,  part." 
5  Come,  sinners,  all,  hear  now  God's  call, 
And  pray  with  one  accord ; 
Saints,  raise  your  songs,  with  joyful  tongues. 
To  hail  th'  approaching  Lord. 


HYMN  301.  L.  M.—  Hoskibts. 


Great  joy  in  that  city.    Acts  viii.  a 

MOW  much  the  hearts  of  those  revive, 
That  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 


Wfltfl  sinners  dead  are  made  alive 
By  his  all-guick'ning  word. 
%  The  parent  views  with  joyful  eyes, 
His  now  returning  son, 

And   in  ecstatic  joy  he  cries, 
"  What  hath  the  Saviour  done  ?" 

3  The  ministers  of  Christ  rejoice, 

When  souls  the  word  receive  I 
When  sinners  hear  the  Saviours  voice 
And  in  the  Lord  believe. 

4  The  Church  .of  God  their  praises  join, 

And  of  Salvation  sing; 
They  glorify  the  grace  divine 
Of  their  victorious  king. 

5  In  heaven  above  there's  joy  and  praise, 

Before  the  Lord  most  high; 
Th'  angelic  choirs  their  'voices  raise,' 
And  with  each  other  vie. 

6  But  greater  joy  must  they  possess 

Who  feel  the  glorious  change ; 
Their  lab'ring  tongues  can  but  express 
How  true,  but  yet  how  strange! 


HYMN  302.  C.  M.— Hoskixs. 

Jailor's  conversion.    Acts  xvi.  30,  31. 
"■"    ORD  we  adore  thy  matchless  ways 
JLi  la  bringing  souls  to  thee; 
We  sing  and  shout  eternal  praise 
For  grace  so  full  and  free. 


A  REVIVAL.  303-4 


2  "  What  must  I  do,"  the  Jailor  cries, 

"To  save  my  sinking  soul!" 
"  Believe  in  Christ,"  the  word  replies, 
"Thy  faith  shall  make  thee  whole.",' 

3  Believe,  believe,  the  gospel  cries, 

"  This  is  the  living  way ;" 
From  faith  in  Christ  our  hopes  arise. 
And  shine  to  perfect  day. 

4  Come  sinners,  then,  the  Saviour  trust, 

To  wash  you  in  his  blood; 
To  change  your  hearts,  subdue  your  lust, 
And  bring  you  home  to  God. 

HYMN  303.  C.  M.— Doddridge. 

1  "IPirARK  the  £Ia(i  sound,  the  Saviour  comes, 
Wm   The  Saviour  promis'd  long! 

Ltt  every  heart  prepaie  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes  the  pris'ners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondaee  held; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

3  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure; 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

4  Our  glad  Hosannas,  prince  of  peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


HYMN  304.  P.  M.  6,6,  6,  6,  §,  8;-ToPLADr. 

1  fi-PLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
JL*  The  gladly  solemn  sound! 
Let  all  the  nations  know 

To  earth's  remotest  bound; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return  ye  ransom'd  sinners  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood 
Through  all  the  land  proclaim; 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


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REJOICING  IN 


3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive: 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live: 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  pard'ning  grace: 
Ye  happy  souls  draw  near, 

f      Behold  the  Saviours  face: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home, 

5  Jesus,  our  great  high  priest, 
Has  full  atonement  made, 
Ye  weary   spirits  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad  I 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


HYMN  305.  P.  M.  6.  6,  9,  6,  6,  9. 

1  tf~feH  !   how  happy  are  they 
^J?  Who  the  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above! 

Tongue  can  never  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  lovet 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb* 
When  my  heart  it  believ'd 
What  a  joy  I  receiv'd, 
"What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name! 
S     'Twas  a  heaven  below 

My  Redeemer  to  know, 
.   And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more. 
Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 
And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 
4     Jesus  all  the  day  long 

Was  my  joy  and  my  song, 
O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see ! 
He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cried, 
He  hath  suffer'd  and  died, 
-  To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 
8     On  the  wing3  of  his  love 
I  was  carried  above, 
All  my  sin  and  temptation,  and  pain: 


A  REVIVAL.  306-7 


And  I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve?   . 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 
8     I  then  rode  on  the  sky, 

Freely  justified  I, 
Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seati 

My  glad  soul  mounted  high'r, 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 
1     0!  the  rapturous   height 

Of  that  holy  delight, 
Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood! 

Of  my  Saviour  possess'd, 
,1  was  perfectly  bless'd, 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fulness  of  God. 


HYMN  306.  C.  M. 

1  rglHERE'S  joy  in  heav'n,  and  joy  on  earth, 

JB_    When  prodigals  return, 
To  see  desponding  souls  rejoice, 
And  haughty  sinners   mourn. 

2  "  Come  saints  and  hear  what  God  hath  done," 

Is  a  reviving  sound, 
O  may  it  spread  from  sea  to  sea, 
E'en  all  the  globe  around. 

3  Often,  O  sov'reign  Lord!  renew, 

The  wonders  of  this  day ; 
That  Jesus  here  may  see  his  seed, 
And  Satan  lose  his  prey. 

4  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  thine  own, 

Thine  be  the  praises  too, 
Let  every  heart  and  everv  tongue 
Give  thee  the  glory  due. 


HYMN  30T  C.  M. 

Luke  XV.  11^24. 

1  A  FFLICTIONS,  tho'  they  seem  severe, 
_£§L  In  mercy  oft  are  sent, 

They  stopp'd  the  prodigal's  career 
And  caus'd  him  to  repent. 

2  Although  he  no  relentings  felt 

'Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 
His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt, 
WM&  famine  pinch'd  him  sore. 


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3  "What  have  I  gain'd  by  sin,"  he  said, 

"But  hunger,  shame  and  fear? 
My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 
While  I  am  starving  here." 

4  "I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 

Fall  down  before  his  face : 

Unworthy  to  be  call'd  his  son, 

I'll  seek  a  servants  place." 

5  His  father  saw  him  coming  back,' 

He  saw  and  ran  and  smil'd ; 
Then  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rebellious  child. 

6  "Father  I've  sinn'd,  but  0!   forgive"— 

"Enough,"  the  father  said, 
"Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive, 
For  whom  1  mourn'd  as  dead." 

7  "  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 

Go  spread  ihe  news  around, 
My  son  was  dead  but  lives  airain, 
Was  lost,  but  now  is  found." 

8  'Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call  poor  sinners  home; 
More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 
And  welcomes  all  that  come. 


HYMNS 

FOR 

INQUIRY    MEETINGS. 

HYMN  30S.  P.  M.  7's  &  6's. 

1  i^OME  my  friend,  and  let  us  try, 
%^J  For  a  little  season, 

Every  burden  to  lay  by, 
Come  and  let  us  reason. 

2  What  is  this  that  casts  you  down, 

What  is  this  that  grieves  you: 
•   Speak,  and  let  the  worst  be  known, 
Speaking  may  relieve  you. 


INQUIRY  MEETINGS.  309 

3  Christ  at  times  by  faith  I  view, 

And  it  doth  relieve  me:  «- 

But  my  doubts  return  anew, 
They  are  those  that  grieve  me. 

4  Troubled  like  the  restless  sea, 

Feeble,  faint  and  fearful, 
Plagu'd  with  ev'ry  sore  disease, 
How  can  I  be  cheerful! 

5  Think  on  what  your  Saviour  bore 

In  the  gloomy  garden; 
Sweating  blood  at  ev'ry  pore, 

To  procure  thy  pardon. 
0  View  him  nailed  to  the  tree, 

Bleeding,  groaning,  dying ; 
See  he  suffer'd  this  for  thee, 

Therefore  be  believing. 
7  Brethren,  don't  you  feel  the  flame? 

Sisters,  don't  you  love  him? 
Let  us  join  to  praise  his  name, 

Let  us  never  grieve  him. 
S  Soon  we'll  meet  to  part  no  more, 

Soon  we'll  meet  in  heaven; 
There  we'll  join  the  saints  above, 

And  forever  praise  him. 


HYMN  30&  P.  M.  7's  &  6's.—  Cekstick. 

1  df^iOME,  my  soul,  before  the  Lamb, 

^J  Fall  and  do  him  reverence?  -       \ 

Bless  him  for  his  blood  and  name, 
Sing  his  great  deliv'rance. 

2  Cast  thy  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

Leave  them  with  thy  Saviour; 
He,  whose  hands  for  thee  were  bor'd,' 

Can  and  will  deliver. 
S  Why  should  sorrow  bow  thee  down, 

Trials  or  temptation? 
Is  not  Christ  upon  the  throne, 

Still  thy  strong  salvation? 
4  Roll  thy  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

Leave  them  with  thy  Saviour; 
He,  whose  hands  for  thee  were  bor'd; 


Can  and  will  deliver, 


310-11       INQUIEY  MEETINGS* 

HYMN  310.  S.  M. 

ND  shall  I  yet  delay, 

_  My  little  all  to  give; 

To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away, 
My  Jesus  to  receive? 
2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  1  yield ! 
I  will  hold  out  no  more: 
I  sink  by  dying  love  compell'd, 
And  own  the  conqueror. 
S  Tho'  late,  I  all  forsake, 

My  friends,  my  all  resign^ 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  0  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine. 
4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 
For  hence  again  remove, 
Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  soul, 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 


HYMN  311.  C  M. 

3  ^"HOME,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine, 
\_J  And  all  with  one  accord, 
In  a  perpetual  cov'nant  join 
Ourselves  to  Christ,  the  Lord. 

2  Give  up  ourselves  thro'  Jesus'  pow'r> 

His  name  to  glorify; 
And  promise  in  this  sacred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make. 

Be  ever  kept  in  mind ! 
"We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake, 
Or  cast  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear, 

Who  hears  our  solemn  vow; 
And  if  thou  art  well  pleas'd  to  hear, 

Come  down  and  meet  us  now. 
6  To  each  the  cov'nant  blood  apply 

Which  takes  our  sins  away, 
And  register  our  names  on  high, 

And  keep  us  to  that  day. 


EXPERIENCE  MEETINGS.    312-14 
HYMNS 

FOB  THE  USE   OF 
EXPERIENCE    MEETINGS* 

HYMN  312.  L.  M. 

i  ~]%T"0W  we  are  met  ,n  hr,,y  fear> 

jyl    To  hear  the  happy  saints  declare 

The  free  compassion  of  a  God, 

The  virtues  of  a  Saviour's  blood. 
3  Jesus  assist  them  now  to  tell 

What  they  have  felt  and  how  they  feel; 

O  Saviour  help  them  to  express 

The  wonders  of  triumphant  grace. 
8  While  to  the  church  they  freely  own 

What  for  their  souls  the  Lord  hath  done, 

We'd  join  to  praise  eternal  love, 

And  heighthen  all  the  joys  above. 


HYMN  313.  I\  M.  8,8,  6,  8,8,  6<- Kewt. 
Mat.  xviii.  20. 

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1  •®"^]ETHERE  two  or  three  together  meet 
?T     "My  love  and  mere 
'And  tell  what  I  have  done 


My  love  and  mercy  to  repeat. 


"There  will  I  be,"  saith  God,  "to  bless* 
"And  ev'ry  burden'd  soul  redress, 

"  Who  worships  at  my  throne." 
2  Make  one  in  this  assembly,  Lord, 
Speak  to  each  heart  some  cheering  word 

To  set  the  spirit  free; 
Impart  a  kind,  celestial  show'r, 
And  grant  that  we  may  spend  an  hour 

In  fellowship  with  thee. 


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HYMN  314  S.  M.— Stexnett. 

Ps.  lxvi.  )-\  - 
OME,  ye  that  fear  the  "  -  d, 


And  listen  while  I  tell 
How  narrowly  my  feet  escap'd 
The  snares  of  death  and  hell. 


315     EXPERIENCE  MEETINGS. 

2  The  flatt'ring  joys  of  sense 
Assail'd  my  foolish  heart, 
While  Satan  with  malicious  skill 
Guided  the  pois'nous  dart. 
S  I  fell  beneath  the  stroke, 
But  fell  to  rise  again; 
My  anguish  rous'd  me  into  life, 
And  pleasures  sprung  from  pain, 

4  Darkness,  and  shame,  and  grief, 

Oppress'd  my  gloomy  mind ; 
I  look'd  around  me  for  relief, 
But  no  relief  could  find. 

5  At  length  to  God  I  cried: 

He  heard  my  plaintive  sigh ; 
He  heard,  an  1  instantly  he  sent 
Salvation  from  on  high. 

6  My  drooping  head  he  raised, 

My  bleeding  wounds  he  heal'd ; 
Pardon'd  my  sins,  and  with  a  smile 
The  gracious  pardon  seal'd. 

7  0  may  I  ne'er  forget 

The  mercy  of  my  God, 
Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  spread 
His  loudest  praise  abroad. 


HYMN  315.  L.  M.—  Newton; 

1  "EZ~INDRED  in  Christ>  for  his  dear  sake, 
Jl%.  A  hearty  welcome  here  receive; 
May  we  "together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  M^y  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  spirit  from  abrve; 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 
8  Forgotten  be  each  wordly  theme, 

When  Christians  see  each  o^her  thus: 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him 

Who  liv'd,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  US', 
4  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 

And  suffer'd  for  us  here  below ; 
The  path  Jte  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 

And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now, 


TIME.  316-17 

HYMN  318.  L.  M. 

1  %^7"E  now  have  heard  our  brethren  tell 

V  v     How  they  escap'd  the  snares  of  hell; 
They  all  relate  that  conq'ring  grace 
Which  gives  them  in  the  church  a  place. 

2  The  testimony  they  have  giv'n," 

Now  proves  that  they  are  heirs  of  heav'n; 

Our  fellowship  to  them  we  give— 

Now  we'll  unite  in  Christ  to  live. 
S  Let  sinners  now  behold  and  see 

How  we  in  Christ,  in  love  agree; 

Nothing  but  sin  shall  separate 

The  fellowship  we  now  relate. 
4  All  sinful  pleasures  we'll  deny, 

Like  righteous  men  we'll  live  and  die- 
Like  angels  we  shall  shine  at  last, 

When  all  this  storm  of  life  is  past. 


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TIME. 


HYMN  317.  L.  M.— Scott. 

Importance  of  time. 

1  4TljH  time,  how  few  thy  value  weigh, 
%_y  How  few  will  estimate  a  day ! 
Days,  months  and  years  are  rolling  on, 
The  soul  neglected  and  undone. 

2  In  painful  cares,  or  empty  joys, 
Our  life  its  precious  hours  destroys: 
While  death  stands  watching  at  our  side, 
Eager  to  stop  the  living  tide. 

3  Was  it  for  this,  ye  mortal  race, 
Your  M.ker  gave  you  here  a  place? 
Was  it  for  this  his  thoughts  design'd 
The  frame  of  your  immortal  minu  ? 

4  For  nobler  cares,  for  ioys  sublime, 
He  fashion'd  all  the  sons  of  time; 
Then  let  us  ev'ry  day  give  heed. 
To  God,  ourselves  and  time  to  yield, 


318-20  TIME. 

HYMN  318.  C.  M.— Hoskiss. 

Time  is  short,    l  Cor.  vii.  29. 

1  npiHE  time  is  short!  the  season  near 

_H.    When  death  will  us  remove, 
To  leave  our  friends,  however  dear, 
And  all  we  fondly  love. 

2  The  time  is  short!  sinners  beware, 

Nor  trifle  time  away; 
The  word  of  your  salvation  hear 
While  it  is  called  to-day. 

3  The  time  is  short !  ye  rebels  now 

To  Christ,  the  Lord,  submit; 
To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow, 
And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 

4  The  time  is  short!   ye  saints  rejoice, 

The  Lord  will  quickly  come; 
Soon  shall  you  hear  the  bridegroom's  voice, 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 

5  The  time  is  short!   it  swiftly  flies— 

The  hour  is  just  at  hand, 
When  we  shall  mount  above  the  skies, 
And  reach  the  wish'd  for  land. 

6  The  time  is  short'!  the  moment  near 

When  we  shall  dwell  above, 
And  be  forever  happy  theie 
With  Jesus  whom  we  love. 

HYMN  319.  C.  M. —Watts. 

1  t  B1IME,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 
_fl_    Bears  all  its  sons  away; 
They  fly,  forgotten  as  a  dream, 
Dies  at  the   op'ning  day. 
a  The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 
With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 
Are  carried  downward  by  the  flood 
And  lost  in  foiling  years. 
3  0  God,  our  help  in  ages  past. 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  life  shall  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 


'M 


HYMN  320.  P.  M.  8,  8, 6,  8,  8,  6: 

""Y  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 


TIME.  321 


Around  the  steady  pole, 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And  1  must  launch  thro'  endless  deeps, 

Where  endless  ages  roll. 
9  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen ; 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly, 
"Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
"Tho'  fond  of  sublunary  bliss, 

"That  you  must  groan  and  die." 

3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call, 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  shortly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vast  expansive  blue, 
To  sing  above  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 

4  A  heav'n  or  hell,  and  these  alone, 
Beyond  the  present  life  are  known, 

There  is  no  middle  space; 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine, 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 


HYMN  321.  P.  M.  8,  8,  6,  8,  8,6.— Weslet. 

Ps.  xxxix.  4. 
1  "W    0  l  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land  ; 
JB-4  'Twixt  two  unabounded  seas  I  stand, 

fcet  how  insensible! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heav'nly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell! 
hS  O  God!  my  inmost  soul  convert  A. 

Eg  Ana  (ieply  on  my  thoughtful  heart, 
/      Eterjal  things  impress; 
J   Give  ne  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
J      And  ive  me,  ere  it  be  too  late, 
1        By  ^ee  and  sov'reign  grace. 
' .  3  Before  me  place  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 
Whin  thou  in  clouds  shalt  come, 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar! 
O  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 
To  meet  a  joyful  doom! 
i  Be  this  my  one  great  bus'ness  here, 
With  holy  joy  4and  holy  fear, 


322-23  DEATH. 

To  make  my  calling  sure ; 
Assist,  O  Lord,  a  feeble  worm, 
Then  shall  I  all  thy  will  perform, 
v      And  to  the  end  endure. 


HYMN  322.  L.  M. 

Eternity. 


"MATERNITY  Is  just  at  hand! 


And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand! 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  Lo  I  an  eternity  there  is, 

Of  endless  wo  or  endless  bliss : 
And  swift  as  time  fulfils  its  round, 
We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

3  What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind  I 
They're  gone!  but  where?  ah,  pause  and 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity. 

4  Sinner  canst  thou  forever  dwell 
In  all  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell? 

And  is  death  nothing  then  to  thee— 
Death  and  a  dread  eternity? 


■<&@®- 


DEATH. 


HYMN  323.  C.  M. 

EATH!    'tis  a  melancholy  day 
To  those  who  have   no  God- 
hen  the  poor  soul  is  fore'd  away, 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  fieav  'n  she  lifts  her  eyes ; 

But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her^downward  from  the  skies, 
To  darkness,  fire  and  pain. 

3  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell, 

Let  stubborn  sinners  fear: 
You  must  be  drlv'n  from  earth,  nnd  dwell 
A  long  forever  there! 


DEATH.  324- 


i  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you,. 
And  flashes  in  your  face: 
And  thou  my  soul  look  downward  too, 
And  sing  recov'ring  grace. 
5  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 
Then  come  the  joyful  day; 
Come'  death,  and  some  celestial  band, 
To  bear  my  soul  away. 


HYMN  324.  S.  M. 

1  A  ND  am  I  born  to  die? 
ix  To  lay  this  body  down? 
And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 

Into  a  woi   k  unknown? 

2  Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 

What  will   become  of  me? 
Eternal  happiness  or  wo 
Must  then  my  portion  be? 

3  I  must  from  God  be  driv'n, 

Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell : 
Must  come  at  his  command  to  heav'n 
Or  else— depart  to  hell. 

4  Show  me  the  way  to  shun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe, 
That  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 
I  may  with  joy  appear. 

5  Thou  art  thyself  the  way, 

Thyself  to  me  reveal, 
So  shall  1  spend  my  life's  short  day 
Obedient   to  thy  will. 


HYMN  325.  C.  M.— Watts. 

B  1  Pfi^HEE  we  adore,  eternal  name ! 
M.    And  humbly  uwn  to  thee, 
Bow  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  dying  worms  are  we. 

2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter. still, 

As  months  and  days  increase ; 

And  ev'ry  beating  pulse  we  tell, ; 

Leaves  the  small  number  less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  at  first  it  gave; 

What'er  we  do,  what'er  we  be, 

We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 


L— 


S.2($  DEATH. 


4  Dangers  stand  thick  thro'  all  the  ground, 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To   hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Great  God  I  on  what  a  slendes  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things! 
Th'  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead, 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endless  wo 

Attends  on  ev'ry  breath, 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go? 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  I 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  i 
And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 


HYMN  326.  S.  M.— Watts. 

1  A  N°  must  tnis  body  die? 
_/5L  This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 

A. .a  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine, 
Lie  mould'ri»g  in  the  clay? 

2  Corruption,  earth  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flesh,  • 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes, 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives. 

And  often  from  the  skies 
-    Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Array 'd  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  ev'ry  shape,  and  ev'ry  face, 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  Rumble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise- 
WUh  our  immortal  tongues. 


DEATH.  327-28 


HYMN  321.  L.  M. 

1  CSOON  will  this  mortal  life  be  o'er, 
k3  The  body  moulder  in  the  dust ; 
Naked  my  soul  will  stand  before 

A  God  that's  holy,  pure  and  just. 

2  Its  standing  doom  of  bliss  or  wo 

I  will  from  the  great  I  AM  receive; 
Up  to  the  realms  of  glory  go, 
Or  in  hell's  torments  ever  live. 

3  Without  an  interest  in  the  blood 

Of  Jesus,  shed  on  Calvary, 

I  can't  escipe  his  vengeful  rod, 

How'er  so  moral  here  I  be. 

4  Away  then  all   self  righteousness, 

My  soul  from  nature's  sleep  arise, 
Be  justified  by  faith  through  grace, 
And  claim  a  mansion  in  the  skies, 

5  Perfection's  height  may  I  ascend, 

And  feel  my  soul  dissolv'd  in  love. 
That  when  my  days  below  shall  endj 
Angels  shall  waft  my  soul  above. 


HYMN  328.  S.  M.— Elliott. 

Prepare  to  meet  thy   God.    Amos  lv.  12. 

1  T5  REP  ARE  me,  gracious  God, 
JL  To  stand  before  thy  face; 
Thy  spirit  must  the  work  perform, 

For  it  is  all  of  grace. 

2  In  Christ's  obedience  clothe, 

And  wash  me  in  his  blood: 
So  shall  I  lift  my  head  with  joy 
Among  the  sons  of  God. 

3  Do  thou  my  sins  subdue, 

Thy  sov'reign  love  make  known, 
The  spirit  of  my  mind  renew, 
And  save  me  in  thy  son, 

4  Let  me  attest  thy  power, 

Let  me  thy  goodness  prove, 
Till  my  full  soul  can  hold  no  more 
Of  everlasting  love. 

M 


329-31  DEATH. 

HYMN  329.  L,  M. 

1  "WM7*HAT  scenes  of  horror  and  of  dread 

V  V     Await  the  sinner's  dying  bed  i 
Death's  terrors  all  appear  in  sight, 
Presages  of  eternal  night 

2  His  sins   in  dreadful  order  rise, 
And  fill  his  soul  with  sad  surprise; 
Mount   Sinai's  thunder  stuns  his  ears, 
And  not  one  ray  of  hope  appears. 

3  Tormenting  pangs  distract  his  breast, 
Where'er  he  turns  he  finds  no  rest; 
Death  strikes  the  blow,  he  groans  and  cries 
And  in  despair  and  horror  dies. 

HYMN  330.  L.  M.— Watts. 

1  ^ETE7'HY  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die; 

\W     What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are? 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  0 !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste; 
Fly  fearless  thro'  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

HYMN  231.  C.  M.— Watts. 

1  TTJTaRK!   from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound, 
JtSL  My  ears  attend  the  cry; 

"Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  towrs; 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 
'Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God !   is  this  our  certain  doom  i 

And  are  we  still  secure? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more? 


DEATH.  332-33 


i  Grant  ua  the  pow'r  of  quick'ning  grace, 
To  lit  our  souls  to  fly;  ■ 

Then  when  wc  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky.    - 


HYMN  232.  C.  M.— Watts. 

1  H1[7"HY  do  v/e  mourn,  departed  friends, 

f  f     Or  shake  at  death's  alarms? 
!Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  us  to  his  arms. 

2  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  tne  tomb? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

3  The  graves  of  all  the  saints  he  blest, 

And  soften'd  ev'ry  bed; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 

But  with  their  dying  head? 
4.  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  his  kindred  rise : 
Awake  ye  nations  under  ground, 

Ye  saints  ascend  the  skies. 


HYMN  333.  P.   M.— Steele. 

Death  of  a  young  'person. 

1  ^^TkEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 

v?     By    deaths  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  payr 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

Oh,  may  this  truth,  imprest 
With  awful  power,  1  too  must  die, 
Sink  deep  in  ev'ry  breast. 

3  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene, 

May  ev'ry  heart  obey ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

4  Oh,  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high. 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 


834-335  judgment: 


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HYMN  334.  C.  M. 

On  the  death  of  a  child. 
AKE  up  my  muse,  condole  the 
Of  those  that  mourn  this  day ; 
Let  tears  run  down  on  evry  face, 
And  ev'ry  mourner  pray. 

2  The  tyrant  death  came  rushing  in, 

And  thus  his  power  did  show; 
Ont   of  this  world  this  child  did  take, 
And  laid  its  vissage   low. 

3  No  more  the  pleasant  child  is  seen. 

To  please  its   parent's  eye  ; 
The  tender  plant  so  fresh  and  green, 
Is  in  eternity. 

4  The  golden  bowl  by  death  is  broke, 

The  pitcher  burst  in  twain; 
The  cistern  wheel  has  felt  the  stroke, 
The  pleasant  child  is  slain. 

5  The  winding  sheet  doth  bind  its  limbs, 

The  coffin  holds  it  fast; 
To-day  'tis  seen  by  all  its  friends, 
But  this  must  be  the  last. 

6  Until  the   Lord  doth  come  to  judge 

The  nations  great  and  small, 
And  you  and   I  before  him  stand, 
Or  at  his  presence  fall. 


JUDGMENT. 
HYMN  335.  C.  M. 

1  i&  ND  mvi$l  I  be  t0  Judgment  brought, 
JQ_  And  answer  in  that  day, 

t  or  ev'ry  vain  and  idle  thought, 
And  ev'ry  word  I  say  ? 

2  Yes,  ev'ry  secret  of  my  heart 

Shall  shortly   be  made  known, 
And  I  receive  my  just  tie? ert; 
For  all  that  1  have  done. 


JUDGMENT.  836-37 


3  How  careful  then  ought  I  to  live, 

With  what  religious  fear; 
Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 
For  my  behaviour  here? 

4  Thou  awful  judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

The  watchful  pow'r  fcestow  ? 
Bo  shall  1  to  my  ways  take  heed, 
To  all  I  speak  or  do. 

5  If  now  thou  "standest  at  the  door," 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near! 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 


HYMN  336.  L.  M. 

1  iLgEFORE  the  great  Jehovah's  bar 
JH_®  Soon  must  assembled  worlds  appear, 
And  ev'ry  deed,  and  word,  and  thought, 
Shall  into  judgment  then  be  brought, 

2  Then  all  shall  hear  their  righteous  doom 
Of  wrath  or  endless  joys  to  come, 

And  each  receive  his  just  reward 
Of  bliss  or  vengeance  from  the  Lord. 


HYMN  33?.  C.  M Watts. 

1  ^HIHAT  awful  day  will  surely  come; 

JL    The  appointed  hour  makes  haste; 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sov'reign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  depart! 

3  The  thunder  of  that  dismal  word 

Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
•T would  tear  my  soul  assunder,  Lord,- 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  What,  to  be  banish'd  from  my  lift, 

And  yet  forbid   to  die! 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 

Yet  death  forever  fly! 
3  O  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 

1  can  not  taste  his  love  i 


338-89  JUDGMENT. 


6  Oh  i  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 
Is  graven  on  thy  hands, 
Show  me  some  promise  In  thy  book. 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 


HYMN  338.  P.  M.  8,7,  8, 7, 4,7. 
Luke  xiil.  28. 

1  S^EE  th'  Eternal  Judge  descending, 
£3  View  him  seated  on  the  throne  i 
Now  poor  sinner,  now  lamenting, 

Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom- 
Trumpets  call  thee! 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 

Fill'd  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain; 
While  in  ansuish  thus  lamenting, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

Greatly  mourning, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 
.3  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour 
With  the  marks  of  dying  love ; 
Oh,  that  I  had  sought  his  favor, 
When  I  felt  his  spirit  move- 
Golden  moments ! 
When  I  felt  his  spirit  mover 
4  Now,  despisers,  look  and  wonder! 
Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part; 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "Depart!" 

Lost  forever, 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart  i" 

HYMN  339.  P,  M.  8,  7,  8,  7,  4, 7. 

1  *W  0 !  we  see  the  sign  appearing, 
M-A  Jesus  comes,  the  Judge  severe, 
Hell  is  trembling,  earth  is  quaking, 

Sinners  shriek  with  awful  feaif. 

Come  to  judgment, 
Stand  your  awful  doom  to  hear. 

2  Seel  the  world  in  flames  is  burning, 

Hills  and  mountains  fly  away  ; 

Lot  the  moon  and  stars  are  falling, 

Comets  blazing  through  the  sky. 

Thunders  rolling ! 
Sinners  now  for  help  they  cry. 


JUDGMENT.  340 


3  From  the  general  conflagration, 

Mounts  the  righteous  up  on  high, 
Gain  the  hope  of  theii  salvation, 
Live  with  God  no  more  to  die- 
Hallelujah, 
Glory  to  the  Lamb  they  ory. 

4  Stop  my  soul  look  back  and  wonder, 

See  the  wicked  left  behind, 
Hear  them  crying,  weeping,  walling, 
For  a  moment's  ease  to  find ; 

Doom'd  to  sorrow, 
In  the  lake  of  hell  confln'd. 


HYMN  340.  P.  M.  8,  7,  8,  7, 4,  7. 

1  T    0 !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending, 
JU1  Once  for  favor'd  sinners  slain  I 
Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train. 

Hallelujah ! 
God  appears  on  earth  again  i 

2  Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him,! 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty; 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 


Deeply  wailir 
hall  the 


Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  The  dear  tokens  of  his  passion,] 

Still  his  dazzling  body  bears, 
Cause  of  endless  exultation, 
To  his  ransom'd  worshippers: 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  they  on  those  glorious  scars  i 

4  Yea,  amen,  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne; 
Saviour  take  the  pow'r  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdoms  for  thine  own. 

Jah,  Jehovah  I 
Everlasting  God,  come  down.  , 


341-42         IIEZ.L — HEAVEN. 
HELL. 


HYMN  341.  L.  M.--Biiow*_ 

Mark  ix.  48. 

1  H^fEL,L!   'tis  a  word  of  dreadful  sound, 
JOL  It  chills  the  heart  and  shocks  the  ear, 
It  spreads  a  sickly  damp  around, 

And  makes  the  guilty  quake  with  fear. 

2  Far  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day, 
Its  frightful,  gloomy  region  liest 
Fierce  flames  amidst  the  darkness  play, 
And  thick  sulphurious  vapors  rise. 

3  Conscience,  the  never  dying  worm, 
With  constant  torture  gnaws  the  heart; 
And  wo  and  wrath,  in  ev'ry  form, 
Inflame  the  wounds,  increase  the  smart. 

4  The  wretches  rave  o'erwhelm'd  with  wo, 
And  bite  their  everlasting  chains; 

And  with  their  rage,  their  torments  grow, 
Resentment  but  augments  their  pains. 

5  Sad  world  indeed!  what  heart  can  beax 
Hopeless  in  all  these  pains   to  lie; 
Rack'd  with  vexation— srief,  despair— 
And  ever  dying— never  die? 

6  "Lord,  save  a'  guilty  soul  from  hell, 
Who  seeks  thy  pard'ning,  cleansing  blood';. 
O  let  me  in  thy  kingdom  dwell-, 

To  praise  my  Saviour  and  my  God." 


•~~ O©©- 


HEAVEN. 


HYMN  342.  C.  M.—  Masost. 

-  ^JSTHAT  have  I  In  this  barren  land? 
V  ▼     When  Jesus  is  not  here. 
Mine  soul,  it  ne'er  is  blest,  until  , 
My  Jeau3  doth  appear. 


HEAVEN.  348-44 


2  My  Jesus  is  gone  up  to  heav'n, 

To  fix  a  place  for  me; 
For  'tis  his  will,  that  where  he  Is, 
His  followers  should  be. 

3  Canaan  I  view  from  Pisgah's  top, 

Of  Canaan's  grapes  I  taste; 
My  ^otd,  who  sends  them  to  me  here, 
Will  send  for  me  at  last. 

4  I  have  a  God  that  changeth  not, 

Why  should  I  be  perplex'd  ? 
My  God,  who  owns  me  in  this  world, 
Will  own  me  in  the  next. 


HYMN  343.  C.  M. 

1  "JERUSALEM!  my  happy  home, 
*JP   Oh  how  I  long  for  thee! 

When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 
Most  glorious  to  behold  i 

Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 

Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 
8  Thy  gardens  and  thy  pleasant  greens-, 

My  study  long  have  been ; 

Such  sparkling  light,  by  human  sight, 

Has  never  yet  been  seen. 
i  If  heav'n  be  thus,  O  !  glorious  Lord, 

Why  should  I  stay  from  thence! 

What  folly  'tis  that  I  should  dread 

To  die  and  go  from  hence. 


HYMN  34£0  C.  3VL— Stennett. 

J  ^feN  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
%y  And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  Oh  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight! 
Sweet  fields  array 'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight! 

3  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail 

On  trees  immortal  grow; 
There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  vales, 
With  milk  and  honey  flow.. 


345  HEAVEN. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God,  the  Son.  forevei  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds,  nor  pois'nous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place. 

And  be  forever  blest? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face 
And  in  his  bosom  rest,? 

7  Fill'd  with  delight  my  raptur'd  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay; 
Tho'  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

HYMN  345.  C.  M. 

1  "B"ESUS,  my  Lord,  to  glory  's  gone, 
CP   Him  will  1  go  and  see; 

And  all  my  brethren  here  below, 
AVill  soon  come  after  me. 

2  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu, 

1  leave  you  in  God's  care, 

And  if  I  never  more  see  you, 

Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 

3  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years, 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Then  when  we  first  begun. 

4  And  when  as  many  years  have  pass'd. 

As  sands  upon  the  shore, 
The  saints  above  shall  have  no  fear, 

That  their  best  days  are  o'er: 
3  If  all  the  drops  in  ocean's  wide 

Could  but  be  number'd  o'er, 
And  then  by  millions  multiplied, 

And  thrice  as  many  more.— 

6  And  then  as  many  years  should  paes, 

As  water  drops  that  fall, 
Or  grains  of  sand,  or  spires  of  grass. 
Upon  this  earthly  ball. 

7  And  when  as  many  millions  more, 

As  stars  that  fill  the  sky, 
Then  all  these  numbers  doubled  o'e* 
Can't  meet  eternity. 


PARTING  &  DISMISSION.    848-47 


v 


Eternity  will  still  remain', 

•Twill  be  eternity; 
The  song  to  Christ  who  once  was  elain 

Will  last  eternally. 


HYMN  340.  C.  M.—  Watts. 

1  fS^HERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
JL    Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 
3  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never  with'ring  ilow'rs; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
That  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dresj  in  living  green, 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  Eut  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink, ' 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger  shiv'ring  on  the  brink 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  0  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

These  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 

With  unbeclouded  eyes  I 
8  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  streams,  nor  death's  cold  flood 

Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


PARTING    AMD    DISMISSION. 


HYMN  847.  M.  7's.— Newton. 

l  "H7?0R  a  season  call'd  to  part, 
Jp    Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever  present  friend. 


348-49'  PARTING  AND 


2  Jesus  hear  our  humble  pray'r  i 
Tender  shepherd  of  thy  sheep  ! 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong, 
Sweeten  ev'ry  cross  and  pain; 
Give  us,  if  we  live,  ere  long 

In  thy  peace  to  meet  again. 

4  Then  if  thou  thy  help  afford, 
Ebenezers  shall  be  rear'd, 

And  our  souls  shall  praise  the  Lord, 
Who  our  poor  petitions  heard. 


HYMN  348.  C.   M. 
5  "B3EHOLD  that  great  and  awful  day 
M-M  Of  parting  soon  will  come, 
when  sinners  must  be  hurl'd  away, 
And  Christians  gather'd  home. 
8  Perhaps  the  parent  sees  the  child 
Sink  down  to  endless  flames, 
With  shrieks  and  howls  and  bitter  cries, 
Never  to  rise  again. 
B  "  0  father !  see  my  blazing  hands, 
Mother?  behold  your  child! 
Against  you  now  a  witness  stands, 
Amidst  the  flames  connn'd!" 
i  The  child  perhaps  the  parents  view 
Go  headlong  down  to  hell : 
Gone  with  tne  n  st  of  Satan's  crew, 
And  bid  the  child  farewell ! 

5  The  husband  sees  his  piteous  wife, 

With  whom  he  once  did  dwell, 
Depart  with  groans  and  bitter  cries, 
My  husband !  fare  you  well ! 

6  But  0,  perhaps  the  wife  may  see 
»      The  man  she  once  did  love, 

Sink  down  to  endless  misery, 
Whilst  she  is  crown'd  above  i 


HYMN  319.  P.  M. 

Hifl  there  will  be  mourning, 
Ijr  Mourning,  mourning,  mourning. 
Oh  !  there  will  be  mourninsf.-:  _^, 

At  the  judgment  seat  of  Christ. 


'oi 


DISMISSION.  350 


Wives  and  Husbands  there  may  part, 
Wives  and  Husbands  there  may  part, 
Wives  and  Husbands  there  may  part, 

May  part  to  meet  no  more. 
2  O  !  there  will  be,  &c. 
Parents  and  children  there  may  part, 

Parents,  &c. 
8  Oh !  there  will  be,  &c. 
Brothers  and  sisters  there  may  part, 

Brothers,  &c. 

4  Oh !  there  will  be,  &c. 

Pastors  and  people  there  may  part. 
Pastors,  &c. 

5  Oh !  there  will  be,  &c. 

Saints  and  sinners  there  will  part, 
Saints,  &c. 
e  Oh !  there  will  be,  &c. 
Sinners  and  devils  there  will  tneet, 
Sinners,  &c. 
7  Oh !  there  will  be  wailing, 
Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet, 

Saints,  &c. 
Oh !  there  will  be  shouting,  &c. 


HYMN  350.  L.  M. 

1  "K^AREWELLj  dear  friends,  1  must  be  gone, 
JH?    I  have  no  home  or  stay  with  you ; 

I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  a  better  world  do  view. 
CHORUS.— Faretoell,  farewell,  farewell, 
My  loving  friends,  farewell. 

2  Farewell  young  converts  of  the  cross; 

Oh!  labor  hard  for  Christ  and  heav'n,- 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross, 
Fight  on,  the  crown  will  soon  be  giv'n. 
Farewell,  <$*c. 

3  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners,  too, 

It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here; 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you, 

0  turn,  and  find  salvation  near. 

O  turn,  O  turn,  O  turn, 
And  find  salvation  near. 


331-52  PARTING  AND 

HYMN  351.  P.  M.  7»8  8i  G's. 

*  ifiOME  all  ye  weary  trav'lers, 
%^J  And  let  us  join  to  sing 
The  everlasting  praises 

Of  Jesus  Christ,  our  king; 
In  faith,  and  hope,  and  patience, 

We  now  a  re  going  on, 
The  pleasant  way  to  Canaan, 

Where  Jesus  Christ  is  gone. 

2  The  pleasant  fruits  of  Caanan 

Give  life,  and  joy,  and  peace; 
Revive  our  drooping  spirits, 

And  faith  and  love  increase; 
Confess  our  Lord  and  master, 

And  run  at  his  command  ; 
And  hasten  on  our  journey, 

Unto  the  promis'd  land. 

3  Sinners,  why  stand  ye  idle, 

While  we  do  march  along? 
Has  conscience  never  told  you 

Tha.,  you  are  going  wrong— 
Down  the  broad  road  to  ruin, 

To  bear  an  endless  curse? 
Forsake  your  ways  of  sinning 

And  come  along  with  us. 

4  But  if  you  will  refuse  us, 

We'll  bid  you  all  farewell; 
We're  on  the  way  to  Canaan, 

And  you  the  way  to  hell ; 
We're  sorry  for  to  leave  you, 

We'd  rather  you  would  go, 
Come  try  a  bleeding  Saviour 

And  feel -salvation  now. 

5  Now  to  the  king  immortal, 

Be  everlasting  praise, 
For  in  his  holy  service 

We  mean  to  spend  our  days, 
Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan, 

That  .haiopy  world  above ; 
With  everlasting  praises 

To  sing  redeeming  love. 

HYMN   352.    C.    M. 

'  "^7"E  pilgrims  that  are  wand 'ring'  home, 
JSL    The  folPwers  of  the  Lamb, 
Sweetwr  to  me  than  honey  comb 
Is  Christ's  despised  name. 


dismission.  853-54 


2  Let  us  with  undesembled  love, 

Like  children  hand  in  hand, 
Walk  to  our  Father's  house  above, 
And  to  the  promis'd  land. 

3  'Tis  there  with  Christ  in  Paradise, 

"We  shall  forever  dwell, 
Till  then  let's  pray,  both  night  and  day. 
And  so,  dear  friends  farewell. 


'1 


HYMN  353.  C.  M. 

OW  pilgrims  let  us  go  in  peace, 
While  thro'  this  world  we  rove ; 
all  these  parting  moments  cease, 
And  we  shall  meet  above. 


2  Though  trials  here  our  souls  annoy. 

And  foes  beset  the  road, 
We're  hast'ning  to  eternal  joy, 
Where  we  shall  rest  with  God, 

3  Let  us  rejoice  in  God  our  King, 

While  pilgrims  here  we  rove ! 
And  join  with  heart  and  voice  to  sing 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

4  Soon  shall  we  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

And  tread  the  peaceful  shore, 
And  there  unite  the  glorious  band, 
Our  Jesus  to  adore. 


Tny 


HYMN  354.  C.  M. 

ORD,  when  together  here  we  meet, 
And  taste  thy  heavenly  grace, 
y  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 
We're  loth  to  leave  the  place.   . 


2  Yet.  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will, 
That  we  must  part  again, 
O  let  thy  gracious  presence  still 
With  every  soul  remain. 
.3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 
Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 
TiU  we  around  thy  glorious  thron?. 
Sjiall  joyous  meet' above. 


355-58  PASTING  AND 

HYMN  355.  L.  M.— White. 

*  ^lOME,  Christian  brethren!  ere  we  part 
Qj  Join  every  voice  and  every  heart, 
One  solemn  hymn  to  God  to  raise, 
One  final  song  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Christians,  we  here  may  meet  no  more, 
But  there  is  yet  a  happ'er  shore ; 
And  there,  releas'd  from  toil  and  pain, 
Dear  brethren,  we  shall  meet  again. 

HYMN  356.  C.  M. 

1  rglHRO'  Christ -when  we  together  came 

JL    In  singleness  of  heart, 
We  met,  O  Jesus,  in  thy  name, 
And   in   thy    name    we  part. 

2  We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind, 

Our  minds  continue  one  ; 
And  each  to  each  in  Jesus  join'd, 
We  happily  go  on. 

3  Present  in  spirit  still  we  are, 

And  intimately  nigh; 
While  on  the  wings  of  faith  and  pray'r 
We  Abba,  Father  !  cry. 


HYMN  35?.  P.  M.  8's.— Habt. 

1  tfH^IS  God,  the  great  God,  we  adore, 
m     Our  faithful,  unchangeable  friend, 
Whoae  love  is  as  large  as  his  pow'r, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end. 
'Tis  Jesus,  the  first  and  the  last. 
Whose  spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home; 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 


HYMN  358V  L.  M.— Haiit. 

1  "TfclSMISS  us  with  thy  blessing  Lord, 
MJf  Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 

And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Tho'  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good ; 
Wash  all  our  wovks  in  Jesus'  blood; 

,    Give  evry  fette'r'd  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  alj  "depart  in  peace.'-' 


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dismission.  359-60 


HYMN  359.  P.  M.  8,  7, 

TTESUS,  grant  us  all  a  blessing, 
^P   Send  ic  down,  Lord,  from  above  j 
May  we  all  go  home  a  praying, 

And  rejoicing  in  thy  love. 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Jesus,  pardon  all  our  follies, 

Since  together  we  have  been; 
Make  us  humble,  make  us  holy, 

Cleanse  us  all  from  ev'ry  sin. 
Farewell,  &c. 

3  May  thy  presence,  Lord,  go  wKh  us, 

To  each  one's  respective  home; 
And  the  blessing  of  our  Jesus 

Rest  upon  us  ev'ry  one. 
Farewell,  &c. 


HYMN  360.  P.  M.  8,  7,  4. 

1  "IT  0RD>  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
JL2  Fill  our  heart's  with  joy  and  peace; 
Let  us  now,  thy  love  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace, 
O  refresh  us, 
|'      Trav'ling  through  this  wilderness, 

2  And  when'er  the  signal's  given 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away ; 

Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey( 
May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 


— '»»G  ©  ©*<«<— 

HYMN  361.  P.  M.  8,7,  8,  7,  4,  7 

1  J"fe  THOU  God  of  my  salvation, 
%y  My  Redeemer  from  all  sin, 
Mov'd  to  this  by  great  compassion, 
Yearning  bowels  from  within: 

1  will  praise  thee ; 
Where  shall  1  thy  praise  begin. 
1  While  the  angels    choirs  are  crying 
Glory   to  the  great  I  AM : 
I  with  them  will  still  be  vieing, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb! 

O  how  precious 
Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

3  Now  I  see  with  joy  and  wonder 

Whence  the  healing  streams  arose; 
Angels  minds  are  lost  to  ponder 
Dying  love's  mysterious  cause ; 

Yet  the  blessing, 
Down  to  all,  tq  me  it  flows. 

4  Though  unseen  1  love  the  Saviour, 

He  almighty  grace  has  shown ; 
Pardon'd  guilt,  and  purchas'd  favor! 
This  he  makes  to  mortals  known, 

Give  him  glory  ; 
Glory,  glory  is  his  own. 

5  Angels?  now  are  hov'nng  round  us, 

Unperceiv'd  they  mix  the  throng, 
Wond'ring  at  the  love  that  crown'd  us: 
Glad  to  join  the  holy  song. 

Hallelujah, 
Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong. 

HY3IN  362.  P.  M.  7's  &  6's. 
1  CiUFF'RING  Saviour,  Lamb  of  God, 
►3  How  hast  thou  been  used! 
With  the  Almighty's  wrathful  rod 

Soul  and  body  bruised! 
We,  for  whom  thou  once  wast  slain. 

We,  whose  sins  did  pierce  thee. 
Now  commemorate  thy  pain, 
And  implore  thy  mercy. 


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APPENDIX. 


■3  We  would  with  thee  sympathise 

in  thy  bitter  passion; 
With  soft  hearts  and  weeping  eyes 

See  thy  great  salvation. 
Thine's  an  everlasting  love ; 

We  have  dearly  tri'd  thee; 
Whom  have  we  in  heav'n  above? 

Whom  on  earth  beside  thee? 

3  What  can  helpless  sinners  do, 

When  temptations  seize  us? 
Nought  have  we  to  look  unto 

But  the  blood  of  Jesus. 
Pardon  all  our  baseness,  Lord, 

All  our  weakness  pity, 
Guide  us  safely  by  thy  word 

To  the  heavenly   city. 

4  Oh !  sustain  us  on  the  road 

Thro'  this  desert  dreary, 
Feed  us  with  thy  flesh  and  blood, 

When  we're  weak  and  weary. 
And  when  thou  shalt  call  us  home, 

Home  to  heav'n  and  glory ; 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Shall  have  all  the  glory. 


HYMN  363.  L.  M. 

1  <f~^OME  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
^J  Who  are  from  sin  and   bondage  freed;,  ; 
Submit  to  all  the  ways  of  God, 

And  walk  the  narrow,  happy  road. 

CHORUS. 

We'r  all  united,  heart  and  hand, 
Join'd  in  one  band  completely ; 
We'er  inarching  thro'  ImmanaeVs  land, 
Where  the  toaters  flow  most  sioeetty. 

2  Great  tribulations  you  shaK  meet, 

But  soon  shall  walk  the  golden  street, 
Though  hell  may  rage  and  vent  its  spite, 
Yet  Christ  will  save  his  heart's  delisht. 

We'r  all  united,  fyc. 

3  Behold  the  righteous  marching  home, 
And  all  the  angels  bid  them  come, 

While  Christ  the  judge,  these  words  proclaims, 
"Here  comes  my  saints,  1  own  their  names, 
We'r  all  united,  4** 


864-65  appendix. 

4  "Ye  everlasting  gates  fly  wide, 
Make  ready  to  receive  my  bride; 

Ye  harps  of  heav'n  now  sound  aloud, 
Here  comes  the  purchase  of  my  blood." 

We'r  all  united,  $-c. 

5  Tn  grandeur  see  the  royal  line 

In  glittering  robes  the  sun  outshine; 
See  saints  and  angels  join  in  one, 
And  march  in  splendor  to  the  throne. 

We'r  all  united,  &c.' 

6  They  stand  and  wonder  and  look  on ; 
They  join  in   one  eternal  song, 
Their  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 
While  raptures  set  their  souls  on  fire. 

We'T  all  united,  &c. 

HYMN  364-  P-  M.  11,  11, 11, 11. 

1  ^Tfe  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit, 

Xj?  With  love  and  thanksgiving  fall  down  at  thy  feet, 
In  sacrifice  offer,  my  kouI,  flesh  and  blood, 
To  thee  my  Redeemer,  my  Lord,  and  my  God. 

2  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my  Lord, 
1  love  thee,  my  Saviour,  I  trust  in  thy  word, 

I  love  thee,  1  love  thee,  and  that  thou  dost  know, 
But  how  much  1  love  thee  I  never  can  snow. 

3  I'm  happy,  I'm  happy,  O  wond'rous  account, 
My  joys  are  immortal,  I  stand  on  the  mount, 
I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there, 
With  angels  my  kindred  and  Jesus  my  dear. 

t  O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  in  thee  I  am  blest, 
My  life  and  my  treasure,  my  joy  and  my  rest, 
Thy  grace  be  my  theme,  and  thy  name  be  my  song, 
Thy  love  doth  inspire  both  my  heart  and  my  tongue. 

5  0  who  is  like  Jesus?  he's  Salem's  bright  king; 
He  smiles  and  he  loves  me,  and  learns  me  to  sing; 
I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  him,  with  notes  loud  and  shrill, 
"While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirit  do  fill. 


HYMN  365.  P.  M.  8,8,  6,  8,8,  6. 
1  rg^HROUGHOUT  the  Saviour's   life  we  trace 
JBL    Nothing  but  shame  and  deep  distress, 

No  period  else  is  seen ; 
Till  he  a  spotless  victim  fell, 
Tasting,  in  soul,  a  painful  hell, 

cus'd.  by  the  creatures  sin. 


APPENDIX.  S6S 


5  On  the  cold  ground  methinks  I  see 
My  Saviour  kneel  and  pray  forme;] 

For  this  I  him  adore ; 
Seiz'd  with  a  chilly  sweat  throughout, 
Blood  drops  did  foice  their  passage  out, 

Through  every  opening  pore. 

3  The  piercing  thorns  his  temples  bore, 
His  hack  With  lashes  all  was  tore, 

Till  thou  the  bones  mightst  see : 
Mocking,  they  push'd  him  here  and  there, 
Marking  his  way  with  blood  and.  tears, 

Press'd  by  the  heavy  tree. 

4  Thus  up  the  hill  he  -painful  came, 

Round  him  they  mock'd  and  made  their  gam©, 

At  length  his  cross  they  rear, 
And  can  you  see  the  mighty  Godj 
Cry  out  beneath  sin's  heavy  load, 

Without  one  thankful  tear? 

5  Thus  veiled  in  humanity, 

He  dies  in  anguish  on  the  tree; 

What  tongue  his  grief  can  tell? 
The  shudd'ring  rocks  their  heads  recline, 
The  morning  sun  refus'd  to  shine, 

When  the  Redeemer  fell. 

6  Shout  brethren,  shout  in  songs  divine, 
He  drank  the  gall  to  give  us  wins, 

To  quench  our  parching  thirst: 
Seraphs  advance  your  voices  higher, 
Eride  of  the  Lamb  unite  the  choir, 

And  laud  the  precious  Christ. 


HYMN  366.  C.  M. 

1  TITSATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 

IP    No  other  help  I  know; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah!  whither  shall  i  go? 

CHORUS. 
I  own  I'm  base,  I  own  Tm  vile.' 
But  mercy's  all  my  'plea; 
Remember,  Lord,,  thy  dying  groans% 
And  then  remember  me. 

2  What  did  thine  only  son  endure 

Before  I  drew  my  breath! 
What  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death! 


367  APPENDIX. 

.3  0  Jesus,  if  I  this  believe, 

I  now  shall  feel  thy   pow'r; 
Now  my  poor  soul  thou  wilt  retrieve, 
IVor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  AuMior  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  lonsing  eves: 

Salvation  !  0,  the  gracious  gift, 

My  soul  without  it  dies. 

5  Surely  thou  canst  not  let  me  die ; 

0  speak,  and  I  shall  live! 
And  here  I  will  unweari'd  lie, 
Till  thou  thy  spirit  give. 

6  The  worst  of  sinners  would  rejoice, 

Could  they  but  see  thy  face; 
O  let  me  hear  thy  quick'ning  voice, 
And  taste  thy  pard'ning  grace! 


HYMN  33X  P.  M.  8,  8,  6,  8,  8,  6. 

1  tf"^OME  brethren  dear,  who  know  the  Lord, 
Qj  And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Je.-us'   way  go  on: 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
"Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

2  We  feel  that  heav' n  is  now  begun; 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  throne, 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high  : 
It  comes  in  floods,   we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 

3  But  when  we  como  to  dwell  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply; 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  now, 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

4  'Tis  there  we'll  reign,  and  shout,  and  sine, 
And   make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home. 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

5  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 
And  claim  my  mansion  there. 


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APPENDIX.  «b 

Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand,    \ 
To  meet  you  on  that  heav'nly  land, 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 


HYMN  368.  L.  M. 
The  good  old  way. 

1  ~W    IFT  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends, 
JL4  And  taste  the  pleasure  Jesus  sends, 
Lee  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 

But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 

CHOR  US. 
O  Canaan !  sweet  Canaan  ! 
It's  a  very  happy  place; 
I'm  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory ; 

If  we  but  watch  and  strive  and  pray. 
Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 

O  Canaan   fyc. 

3  0  good  old  way !  how  sweet  thou  art, 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart, 
Bu\  uiEv^our  actions  always  say, 
We'er  marching  "on.  the  good  old  way. 

O  Canaan,  &c. 

4  Though  Satan  may  his  pow'r  employ, 
Our  happiness  for  to  destroy, 

Yet  never  fear,  we'll  gain  the  day, 
And  shout  and  sing  the  good- old  v»ay. 
O  Canaan,  $-e. 

5  And  when  on  Pisgah's  top  v/e  stand, 
And  view,  by  faith,  the  promis'd  land, 
Then  we  may  sing,  and  shout,  and  pray. 
Arid  march  along  the  good  old  way.* 

O  Canaan,  $-c. 

6  Ye  valiant  souls  for  heav'n  contend,   . 
Remember  glory's  at  the  end ; 

Our  God  will  wipe  ail  tears  away 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way. 
O  Canaan,  frc. 

7  Then  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore, 

We'll  meet  with  those  who've  gone  before, 
And  shout  to  think  we've  gain'd  the  day, 
By  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

0  Canaaa,  §>c. 


3679-70  appendix. 


HYMN  369-  L.  M. 

1  "H"'M  glad  that  I  was  born  to  die; 

_B_  From  grief  and  wo  my  soul  shall  fly; 
Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
Away  to  New  Jerusalem. 

2  I  have  some  friends  before  me  gone, 
And  I'm  resolv'd  to  follow  oni 
They're  happy  round  my  Father's  throne} 
They're  looking  out  for  me  to  come. 

3  I  hope  to  meet  my  brethren  there, 
Who  us'd  to  join  with  me  in  pray'r; 
If  you  get  there  before  I  do, 

Look  out  for  me,  I'm  coming  too. 

4  I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath ; 
I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death: 

I  hope  to  praise  him  when  1  die, 
And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 

5  And  when  to  that  bright  world  I  come^ 
And  join  my  everlasting  home, 

My  soul  shall   there  forever  bloom, 
Until  my  body  leaves  the  tomb. 

6  Then  all  shall  hear  the  solemn  sound 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  | 
Arise  and  drop  your   dymg  snrouds, 
And  meet  king  Jesus  in  the  cloud?;, 

7  There  I  shall  see  my  glorious  God, 
And  triumph  in  his  blest  abode ; 
My  theme,  through  all  eternity, 
Shall  glory,  glory,  glory,  bet 


HYMN  370.  P.  M.  4  lines    1  s. 

1  4Th  JESUS  my  Saviour,  I  know  thou  art  mine, 
^Jr  For  thee  all  the  pleasures  of  earth  I  resign, 
Thou  art  my  rich  treasure,  my  joy  and  my  love; 
No  greater  possession  have  angels  above. 

Z  Thy  spirit  first  taught  me  to  know  I  was  blind. 
Then  taught  me  the  way  of  salvation  to  find, ; 
And  when  I  was  sinking  in  gloomy  despair, 
My  Jesus  reliev'd  me  and  bid  me  not  fear. 

3  In  vain  I  attempt  to  describe  what  I  feel,  * 
The  language  of  mortals  hers  ever  must  fail ;     . 
My  Jesus  is  precious,  my  soul's  in  a  flame, 
I'm  rais'd  into  raptures  while  praising  his  name. 


APPENDIX.  371-72 

4  I  find  him  in  singing,  he  is  present  in  prayer, 
In  sweet  meditations  he  always  is  near; 
My  constant  companion,  may  we  never  part; 
All  glory  to  Jesus,  he  dwells  in  my  heart. 

f  If  ever  1  lov'd  thee,  'tis  now  my  dear  Lord, 
I  love  thy  dear  children,  thy  ways  and  thy  wordj 
1  love  all  creation,  I  love  sinners  too, 
Since  Jesus  has  di\  \  to  redeem  them  from  wo. 

6  When  happy  in  Jesus,  I  cannot  forbear, 
Though  sinners  despise  me,  his  love  to  declare; 
His  love  makes  me  happy,  and  soon  I  shall  fly 
To  praise  my  de (ft  u^us  in  mansions  on  high. 


HYMN  371.  C.  M. 

1    fLM  ow  haPPy  every  child  of  grace, 
JOi  Who  knows  his  sins  forgiv'n: 
This  earth  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 
I  seek  my  place  in  heav'n. 
3  A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 
Yet  O !   by  faith  I  see, 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 
The  heav'n  prepar'd  for  me. 

3  O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We  more  than  taste  the  heav'nly  pow'rs, 
And  antedate  that  day. 

4  We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  conceal'd, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 
Our  earthly  vessels  fili'd. 

5  O  would  he  more  of  heav'n  bestow! 

And  let  the  vessels  break; 
And  let  our  ransom'd  spirits  go, 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek. 
5  In  rapturous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me,  . 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

Through  all  eternity. 

HYMN  312.  P.  M   8s  &  7s. 
1  IT^OME  all  ye  humble  weeping  $ouls, 
%_J  Who  long  to  be  forgiven, 
We  bring  glad  tidings  unto  you, 
From  the  good  Lord  of  heav'n. 


373  appendix, 

CHORUS. 

IIo !  every  one  that  thirsts, 

Come  ye  to  the  waters, 
Freely  drink  and  quench  your  thirst, 
With  Eton's  sons  and  daughters, 
1  There  is  a  fountain  deep  and  wide, 
For  sin  and  all  uncleanness, 
Come  drink  and  wash  and  be  made  white, 
And  prove  the  gospel  fulness. 

Ha!  every  one,  $-c. 
SO!   see  the  crowd  that's  trav'ling  on, 
In  paths  of  self-denial, 
They  march  along  the  banks  of  love, 
And  long  for  your  arrival. 

Ho!  every  one,  <$-c. 

4  Shall  unbelief  debar  you  from 

The  knowledge  of  >our  Saviour, 
Believe  and  you'll  be  justified, 
Believe  and  live  forever. 

Ho!  every  one,  $~c. 

5  My  ni^ht  of  sin  and  grief  is  gone, 

My  soul  is  fill'd  with  glory ; 
Oh!  for  a  thousand  tongues   a)  tell 
Love's  animating  story. 

IIo!  every  one,  fye. 

-6  Let  heav'n  and  earth  with  me  unite, 
And  sing  and  shout  hosaxina, 
The  Lord  nas  pardon'd  all  my  sins, 
And  fill'd  my  soul  with  manna- 

IIo !  every  one,  t$-c. 
7  -Come  on  ye  follow'rs  of  the  Lamb, 
Love  God  and  sing  hosanna, 
"We  soon  shail  join  that  holy  throng,^ 
And  always  live  on  manna. 

IIo !  every  one,  $-c. 


HYMN  313.  P.  M.  S's  &  7% 

"H^feON'T  you  see  my  Jesus  coming, 
mJ?  Don't  you  see  him  in  y  n  cloud, 
V."ith  ten  thousand  angels  rougci  him. 

How  they   do  my  Jesus  crowd; 
I'll  arise  and  go  and  meet  him, 

He'll  embrace  me  in  his  arms; 
In   the  arms  of  my  dear  Jesus, 

O  there  are  ten  thousand  charms. 


APPENDIX.  374-7.1 


2  Death  shall  not  destroy  my  comfort, 

Christ  shall  guide  me  thro'  the  gloom; 
Down  he'll  send  a  heav'nly  convoy, 

To  convey  my  spirit   home: 
Jordan's  streams  shall  ne'er  o'ernaw  me, 

While  my  Saviour's  by  my  side; 
Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before   me. 

Rise  and  cross  the  swelling  i®ie. 

3  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting.O 

On  the   banks  beyond  the  stream, 
Sweet  responces  still  repeating, 

Jesus,  Jesus,  is  their  theme: 
See,  they  whisper!  hark!  they  call  me, 

"Sister  spirit  come  away;" 
Lo  I  come !    earth  can't  contain  me, 

Hail!  ye  realms  of  endless  day. 


HYMN  374.  P.  M. 

1         JJfiOMB,  let  us  anew 

%_J  Our  journey  pursue, 
Ro.i  round   with  the  year, 
And  n.ver  stand  still  till  the  Master  appears! 
3         His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of  love, 

3  Our  life  is  a  dream, 
Our  time  as  a  stream 

■Glides  swiftly  away, 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stays 

4  The  arrow  is  flown, 
The  moment  is  gone: 

The  millenial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here. 

5  O  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  say, 

"I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
I  have  finish'd  the  work  tnou  didst  give  me  to  do.' 

6  O  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  elacl  word, 

"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne." 


'D 


HYMN  375.  P.  M.  6  lines  7s. 

ANIEL'S  wisdom  may  I  know, 
Stephen's  faith  and  spirit  slww, 


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John's  divine  communion  feel, 
Moses'  meekness,  Joshua's  zeal; 
Run  like  the  unweari'd  Paul, 
"Win  the  day  and  conquer  all. 

2  Mary's  love  may  1  possess,  .  . 
Lydia's  tender-heartedness,  '* 
Peter's  anient  spirit  feel, 

James'  f^ith  by   works  reveal. 
Like  young  Timothy,  may  I 
Every  sinful  passion  fly. 

3  Job's  submission  may  1  show, 
David's  true  devotion  know; 
Samuel's  call,   O  may  I  hear, 
Lazarus'  happy  portion  share, 
Let  Isaiah's  hallow'd  fire, 

All  my  new  born  soul  inspire.' 

4  Mine  be  Jacob's  wrestling  prayer, 
Gideon's  valiant  steadfast  care,  p    v 
Joseph's  purity  impart, 

Isaac's  meditating  -heart,  '\v 

Abraham's  friendship  may  I  prove, 
Faithful  to  the  "God  of  love. 

5  Most  of  all  may  I  pursue  /C 
That  example  Jesus  drew;    • 

By  my  life  and  conduct  show  1> 

How  he  liv'd  and  walk'd  below; 
Day  by  day,  through  grace  restor'd, 
Imitate  my  blessed  Lord. 

6  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasting  lamps  are  dead, 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade 
Youth  and  fame  and  pow'r  are  laid 
Whftre  immortal  spirits  reign, 

"»   There  may  we  all  meet  again. 


\ 


HYMN  376.  P.  M.  7, 6,  7,  6,  7,6,  6,  7. 

THE  people  called  Christians, 
How  many  things  they  tell. 
About  the  land  of  Canaan, 
Where  saints  and  angels  dwell: 
But  sin,  that  dreadful  cceaa, 
Encloses  them  around, 
While  time  still  divides  them 
From  Canaan's  happy  ground. 
Thousands  have  been  impatient 
To  find  their  passage  through, 
And  with  united  vigour 


APPENDIX.  377 


Have  tri'd  what  they  could  do; 
i     But  vessels  built  by  human  skill 
Have  r.evev  sailed  far 
Till  they're  found  run  aground, 
On  some  dreadful  sandy  bar. 

!  S  The  Gospel  ship  of  Jesus 

:      Has  launch'd  the  deep  at  last, 

i      Behold  her  sails  suspended 

Around  her  towering  masts; 

Around  her  deck,  in  order, 
I      The  joyful  sailors  stand, 
',    Crying,  O!  here  we  go, 

To  Immanuel's  happy  land  ! 

4  To  those  who  are  spectators, 
What  sorrow  must  ensue, 

To  have  their  old  companions 
Bid  them  a  long  adieu ; 
The  pleasures  of  a  paradise 
No  longer  them  invite; 
Thev  may  rail  while  we  sail. 
But  we'll  soon  be  out  of  sight 

5  We're  now  on  the  wide  ocean, 
We  bid  them  all  farewell,  • 

But  where  we  shall  cast  anchor-, 
No  mortal  tongue  can  tell; 
About  our  future  happiness 
There  need  he  no  debate, 
While  we  ride  on  the  tide 
With  our  Captain  and  his  mate. 

6  We're  passengers  united 
In  harmony  and  love! 

I      The  wind  is  in  our  favor, 
!     How  joyfully  we  move : 
!     Tho'  troubles  f*ty  surround  us 
!     And  raging  billows  roar, 
i     We  will  sweep  throu2h  the  deep 
Till  we  land  on  Cannsan's  shore.     „ 

HYMN  377.  P.  M.  7's  &  6's. 

Young  Convert. 
1  nilHE  glorious  light  of  Zion 
B     Is  spreading  far  and  wide  I— 
And  sinners  they  are  flocking 
Into  the  gospel  tide: 
The  standard  of  King  Jesus 
In  glorious  triumph  rise! 
While  sinners  crowd  around  him 
With  joy  and  swe«t  surprise! 


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And  if  you  travel  down 
To  darkness  you  are  bound, 
Eternally  around 
The  broad  road,  the  broad  road,    sfl: 

4  To  a  dreadful  judgement  day 

You  are  bound,  you  are  bound,    :(fe 
To  a  dreadful  judgement  day, 
Be  your  thoughts  whate'er  they  may; 
Nor  can  you  it  delay, 

You  are  bound,  you  are  bound.    :fl: 

5  The  God  who  built  the  sky, 

Great  I  AM,  Great  I  AM,    :tl: 
The  God  who  built  the  sky 
Hath  said,   (and  cannot  lie,) 
lmpenitents  must  die, 

And  be  damn'd,  and  be  daran'd.    SB: 

6  And  O!   my  friends,  don't  you, 

I  entreat,  I  entreat,    :ii: 
And  0!    my  friends,  don't  you 
Your  carnal  mirth  pursue, 
Your  guilty  souls  undo. 

1  entreat,  I  entreat.    ;fi: 

7  Unto  the  Saviour  flee, 

'Scape  for  life,   'scape  for  life,    :0: 
Unto  the  Saviour  flee, 
Lest  death  eternal  be, 
Your  final  destiny; 

'Scape  for  life,  'scape  for  life.    :B's 


HYMN  380.  L.  M. 

J  rTHHIS  is  the  field,   the  world  below, 
_H_    in  which  the  sower's  come  to  sow; 
Jtsus  the  wheat,  Satan  the  tares, 
For  so  the  word  of  truth  declares. 

And  soon  W  reading  time  toill  eornt. 
And  angels  shout  th'  harvest  home. 

2  To  love  my  sins,  a  saint  appear, 

To  grow  with  wheat  and  be  a  tare- 
May  serve  me  while  on  earth  below, 
Where  tares  and  Wheat  together  grow. 
But  soon  th'  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  angels  shout  th'  harvest  ho?ne, 

3  Most  awful  truth,  and  is  it  so! 
Must  all  mankind  the  harvest  know? 
Is  every  one  a  wheat  or  tare? 

Me  for  the  harvest,  Lord  prepare: 


APPENDIX.  3&. 

For  soon  th'  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  angels  shout  th'  harvest  home. 
[l  Then  all  who  truly  righteous  be, 
Their  Father's  kingdom  there  shall  see; 
But  tares  in  bundles  shall  be  bound, 
And  cast  to  hell,  0  I  doleful  sound ! 

For  soon  th?  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  angels  shout  th'  harvest  home. 

HYMN  381.  P.  M.  7's. 

WHO  is  as  the  Christian  great! 
Bought,  and  wash'd  with  sacred  blood, 
'  Crowns  he  sees  beneath  his  feet, 

Soars  aloft  and  walks  with  God. 
'!  Who  is  as  the.  Christian  wise! 

He  his  nought  for  all  hath  giv'n, 
'  Bought  the  pearl  of  greatest  price, 
Nobly  barter'd  earth  for  heav'n. 
"Who  is  as  the  Christian  blest! 

He  hath  found  ihe  long-sought  stone. 
He  is  join'd  to  Christ  his  rest, 

He  and  happiness  are  cne. 
Earth  and   heav'n  together  meet, 

Gifts  in  him  and  graces  join, 
Blake  the  character  complete,  , 

All  immortal,  all  divine. 
Lo!  his  clothing  is  the  sun, 

The  bright  sun  of  right'ousness, 
He  hath  put  salvation  on, 

Jesus  is  his  beauteous  dress. 
Lo!  he  feeds  on  living  bread, 

Drinks  the  fountain  from  above, 
Leans  on  Jesus'  breast  his  head; 

Feasts  foreyer  on  his  love. 
Angels  here  his  servants  are, 

Spread  for  him  their  golden  wings, 
To  his  throne  of  glory  bear, 
!    Seat  him  by  the  King  of  kings. 


HYMN  382.  P.  M.  10s  &  8s; 
|'^S7'HAT  happy  children  who  follow  Jesus, 

Nr  v     Into  the  house  of  pray'r  and  praise,   ■ 
And  join  in  union,  while  love  increases, 

Heeolv'd  this  way  to  spend  omr  days. 


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APPENDIX, 


Altho'  we're  hated  by  the  world  and  Satan, 
By  th'  flesh,  and  such  as  love  not  God: 

Yet  happy  moments  and  joyful  seasons, 
We  oft  times  find  on  Canaan's  road. 

2  Since  we've  been  waiting  on  blessed  Jesus, 

We  felt  some  strength  come  from  above. 
Our  hearts  have  burh'd  with  holy  rapture. 

We  long  to  be  with  Christ  above. 
Then  let  us  hold  fast  what  is  given, 

And  trust  in  God  for  time  to  come  : 
Sure  we  shall  find  our  way  to  heav'n, 

So  farewell,  brethren,  we're  going  home, 

3  And  as  we  go,  let  us  praise  our  Jesus, 

And  pray  for  those  who  spurn  his  grace; 
Lest  they  should  loose  love's  richest  treasure. 

And  ne'er  enjoy  his  smiling  face. 
Now  here's  my  heart  and  my  best  wishes, 

In  token  of  my  Christian  love; 
In  hopes  with  you  to  praise  my  Jesus, 

So  farewell,  brethren,  we'll  meet  above. 

HYMN  383.  P.  M.  ll's.—  E— . 

,  Remember  Lot's  Wife.    Luke  xvii.  32. 

1  "^7"E  careless  professors,  who  rest  on  your  lees, 

B     Amidst  your  vain  pleasures,  your  profit  and  eaS' 
Now  God  says,  "Arise  and  escape  for  your  life, 
"And  look  not  behind  you  .—Remember  Lot's  Wife. 

2  Awake  from  your  slumber,  the  warning  receive; 
'Tis  Jesus  that  warns  you,  the  message  believe; 
While  dangers  are  pending,  "Escape  for  life, 
"And  look  not  behind  you,  Remember  Lot's  Wife.' 

3  The  first  bold  apostate  will  tempt  you  to  stray, 
And  tell  you  no  dangers  are  found  in  the  way ; 
He  means  to  deceiye  you:  "escape  for  your  life, 
"And  look  not  behind  you,  Remember  Lot's  Wife.' 

4  How  many  poor  souls  has  the  serpent  beguiPd, 
With  specious  temptations  how  many  defll'd  ; 
Then  be  not  deluded:  "escape  for  your  life, 
"And  look  not  behind  you,  Remember  Lot's  Wife,' 

5  The  ways  of  religion  true  pleasures  afford, 
No  pleasures  can  equal  the  joys  of  the  Lord  ; 
Forsake  then  the  world,  "  and  escape  for  your  life, 
"And  look  not  behind  you,  Remember  Lot's  Wife.' 

8  But  if  you  determine  the  call  to  refuse, 
And  ventured  the  way  of  destruction  to  choose  : 
For  hell,  you  must  part  with  the  blessings  of  life,     , 
And  than,  if  not  now,  you'll  Rimernb^r  Lot's  Wife.  J 


APPENDIX.  384- 

HYIN  384.  P.  M.  8,  8,  8,  8,  8,  4- 

3  TOfARK !  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds, 
JOL  Through  all  the  world  the  echo  bounds! 
And  Jesus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
Is  bringing  sinners  back  to  God: 
And  guides  them  safely  by  his  word 
To  endless  day. 

2  Hail!  all-victorious,  conqu'ring  Lord! 
Be  thou  by  all  -thy  works  ador'd, 
"Who  undertook  for  sinful  man, 

And  brought  salvation  through  thy  name, 
That  we  with  thee  may  ever  reign 
In  endless  day. 

3  Fight  on,  ye  conqu'rins  souls,  fight  on, 
And  when   the  conquest  you  have  won, 
The  palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear, 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share, 
And  crowns  of  glory  ever  wear 

In  endless  day. 

4  There    we  shall  in  full  chorus  join, 
With  saints  and   angels  all  combine, 
To  sins  of  his  redeeming   love, 
When  "rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 
And  this  shall  be   our  theme  above 

In  endless  day. 


HYMN  385.  P.  M.  10, 10, 11, 11.— Newto^ 

1  The  Lord  will  provide.    Gen.  xxii.  14. 

1  PH1HO'  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright, 

JL    Tho'  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all  unite, 
Ye't  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide, 
i    -The  scripture  assures  us,  "The  Lord  will  provide." 

2  The  birds,  without  barn,  or  storehouse,  are  fed ; 
From  them  let  us  learn,  to  trust  ;or  our  bread : 
His  saints,  what  is  fitting,  shall  ne'er  be  deny'd, 

.(     So  long  as  'tis  written,  "  The  Lord  will  provide.'-' 

3  We  may,  like  the  ships,  by  the  tempest  be  tos'd, 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  never  be  lost; 

,!     Tho'  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide. 

The  promise  engages,  "The  Lord  will  provide."    , 

4  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abra'hm  of  old, 

Not  knowing  our  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold ; 
:,  I 1  For  tho'  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  sure  guide, 
ift.,)     And  trust  in  all  dangers,  "The  Lord  will  provide.'-8 


386  APPENDIX. 

5  When  Satan  appears,  to  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fill  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith ; 
He  cannot  take  from  us,  tho'  oft  he  has  try'd, 

Tnis  heart  cheering  promise,  "  The  Lord  will  provide.' 

6  He  tells  us  we'er  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  seek,  we  ne'er  shall  obtain; 
But  when  such  suggestions  our  graces  have  try'  \ 
This  answers  all  questions,  "  The  Lord  will  provide." 

7  No  strength,  of  our  own,  or  goodness  we  claim ; 
Yet  since  we  have  known  the  Saviour!s  sreat  name, 
In  this  our  strong  tow'r  for  safety  we  hide; 

The  Lord  is  our  pow'r,  "  The  Lord  will  provide." 

8  When  life  sinks  apace  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us  thro'; 
Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shoutinsr,  "The  Lord  will  provide." 


HYMN  38G.  P.  M.  10,11,10,11. 

1  ^H^IT'0  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints, 

Jjf.IL  How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  witn  saints 
To  find,  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 

CHORUS. 
Home,  home-,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace, 
And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot  cease, 
Tho'  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  1  roam, 

I  long  to  behold  thee,  in  glory  at  home. 
S  I  sigh,  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 
Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with  thee: 
Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may  foam, 
All,  all  will  be  peace,  when  I'm  with  thee  at  home. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 

O  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day ; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

5  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  0  give  me  thy  grace, 
The  spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face: 
Indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  ait  thy  throne, 
And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 

6  [  Ion?,  deai'.st  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine. 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine, 

And  in  thy  dear  image  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee,  at  home. 


appendix.  387-88 

HYMN  3g%  P.  M.  6,  6,  6,  4,  6,  6,  6, 6,  6,  4, 

1  "IT'LL  go  attempting  pray'r, 

'  J|  For  my  soul,  for  my  soul, 
Sil'll  eo  attempting  pray'r, 
"     For  my  soul ; 

I'll  eo  attempting  pray'r, 
O  may  the  Lord  draw  near, 
And  make  me  pray  sincere, 
For  my  soul,  for  my  soul; 
And  make  me  pray  sincere, 
For  my  sou!. 

2  Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me, 

On  my  soul,  on  my  soul,    .Di 
Have  mercy,  Lord,  on  me, 
And  Bring  me  near  to  see 
What  need   I  have  of  thee, 

For  my  soul,  for  my  soul.    :B: 

3  When  I  was  sinkin?  down 

With  my    soul,  with  my  soul,    iSs 
When   I  was  sinking  down 
Eeneath  God's  righteous  frown, 
Christ  laid  aside  his  crown, 

For  my  soul,  for  my  soul,    rffs 

4  What  wond'rous  love  is  this, 

Or  my  soulr  0!  my  soul!    :D: 
What  wond'rous  love  is  this 
'    That  caus'd  the  Lord  of  bliss 
To  send  his  precious  peace 
To  my  soul,  to  my  soul.    -.3: 

5  Ye  winded  seraphs  fly, 

Bear  the  news,  hear  the  news ;    :tf: 
Ye  winged  seraphs  fly 
Like  comets  through  the  sky, 
Fill  vast  eternity 

With  the  news,  with  the  news.    :lfc 
8  Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King, 

Join  his  praise,  join  his  praise;    ;tl« 
Ye  friends  of  Zion's  Kins 
With  hearts  and  voices  sing, 
And  strike  each  tuneful  string 

In  his  praise,  in  his  praise.    :fl: 


HYMN  £§§.  P,  M.  5,  5,  11. 

OTELL  me  no  more 
Of  this  w.T'ds  vain  store, 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er ; 


389  APPENDIX, 


A  country  I've  found 

Where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy  ground, 
S     The  souls  that  believe, 

In  paradise  live, 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive. 
.    My  soul  don't  delay. 

He  calls  thee  away, 
Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad  day, 

3  No  mortal  doth  know 
What  he  can  bestow, 

What  light,  strength  and  comfort— go  after  him,  go, 

Lo,  onwurd  I  move 

To  a  cruntry  above; 
None  guesses  how  wond'rous  my  journey  will  prove. 

4  Grea'„  spoils  I  shall  win, 
From  death,  hell  and  sin, 

'Mii'st  outward  afflictions,  1  feel  Christ  wifhin: 

And  when    I'm  to  die, 

Receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  has  lov'd  me  1  cannot  tell  why. 

5  But  this  I  do  find, 
We  two  are  so  join'd, 

He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind. 

So  this  is  the  race: 

I'm  running,  thro'  grace, 
Henceforth  till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's  face. 


HYMN  3S9.  P.  M.  7's  h  6's. 

J  ~ES>  I?E  my  soul  shake  off  thy  fears, 

MM/  Lay  aside  thy  mourning, 

Wipe  away  those  falling  tears, 

Cease  this  inward  groaning. 

Though  thy  sins  like  mountains  rise, 

Though  they  reach  to  heaven, 

Jesus  lives  above  the  skies, 

They  may  be  forgiven. 
2  Once  a  man  of  sorrows,  he 

Wrestled  in  the  garden, 

Died  upon  the  shameiul  tree, 
|    To  procure  thy  pardon- 
Rose  triumphant  from  the  grave^ 

Lives  thy  great  Redeemer 

Strong  and  powerful  to  saYe. 

Ev'ry  true  believer. 


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APPENDIX. 

5  Wherefore  then  with  fears  dismay'd, 
Why  with  grief  dejected; 
All  that  seek  shall  find  his  aid, 
None  shall  be  rejected. 
Rise  and  prove  his  faithful  word, 
Feel  his  pardon  flowing, 

1     Let  thy  faith  embrace  the  Lord, 

I     All  his  goodness  knowing. 

;  4  He  thy  burden  shall  remove, 
Speak  thy  sins"  forgiven, 
Crown  thee  with  his  peace  and  love, 
Turn  thy  hrll  to  heav'n  ; 
Guide  thee  by  his  counsel  here, 
Still,  thy  strength  renewing, 
Save  from  ev'ry  anxious  care 
All  thy  loes  subduing. 
5  And  when  earth  with  all  its  strife 
Thou  in  peace  art  leaving; 
When  the  dearest  cords  of  life 
Death's  strong  hand  is  reaving, 
Thou,  my  soul  shall  mount  on  high, 
Gain  thy  heavenly  treasure, 
Live  with  God,  no  more  to  die, 
In  those  realms  of  pleasure. 


HYMN  390.   P.  M.  8  lines  8s. 

1  TBHSTHAT  think  you  of  Christ?  is  the  test 

V  v     To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme; 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him. 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not; 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 

And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 

2  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 

A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most; 
Sure,  these  have  no  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost; 
So  guilty,  so  helpless  am  I, 

I  durst  not  confide  in  his  blood, 
Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unless  I  were  sure  he  is  God. 
i  8  Some  call  him  a  Saviour,  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  his  plan ; 
And  hope  he  his  health  will  afford, 

When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can: 


391 


APPENDIX. 


If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, 
(A  little,  they  own,  they  may  fall,) 

They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight, 
By  casting  his  nam?  in  the  scale. 

4  Some  style  him  the  pearl  of  great  price, 

And  say  he's  the  fountain  of  joys; 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 

And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys; 
Like  Jurla'?  the  Saviour  th^y  kiss. 
And  while  they  salute  him,  betray; 
.  Ah !  what  will  profession  like  this' 
Avail  in  his  terrible  day? 

5  If  ask'd  what  of  Jesus  I  think? 

Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poor, 
I  say,  he's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store, 
My  Shepherd,  my  Husband,  my  Friend, 

My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrill; 
My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 

l\ly  portion,  my' Lord,  and  my  All. 


HYMN  391.  I-  M. 

1  njnflERE  is  a  school  on  earth  begun, 

Jl_  Instructed  by  the  Holy  One; 
He  calls  his  pupils  there,  to  prove 
The  sweetness  of  redeeming  love. 

2  Thg  school  book  is  the  Scripture  true ; 
The  lessons  a  e  forever  new; 

In  this  ihe  pupils  are  agreed, 
It  is  a  blessed  school  indeed. 

3  'Tis  here  the  blind  may  learn  to  see; 
Then  rome,  ye  blind,  the  school  is  free: 
And  here  the  lame  may  learn  to  walk; 
The  dumb  may  also  learn  to  talk. 

4  'Tis  here  the  deaf  may  learn  to  hear; 
Then  come  ye  deaf  and  lend  an  ear; 
Listen  to  Jesus'  pleasant  voice, 

He'll  make  your  mourning  souls  rejoice, 
I  Come,  brethren,  you  who  are  at  school, 
Attention  pay  to  ev'ry  rule ; 
Here  may  we  learn  the  happy  art 
Of  loving  God  with  all  oar  hoaxt.. 


DIX. 


appendixI  392-93 

HYMN  392.  L.  M. 

MARK!  dont  you  hear  the  Turtle  Dove, 
The  tokens  of  redeeming  love ! 

From  hill  to  hill  we  hear  the  sound, 

The  neighbouring  valleys  echo  round! 
!     Oh  Zion  !   hear  the  Turtle  Dove, 

The  tokens  of  redeeming  love: 
|     They're  come  the  barren  land    to  cheer, 
I    And  welcome  in  the  jubile  year. 
|  I  The  winter's  past,  the  rain  is  o'er, 
!     We  feel  the  chilling  winds  no  more; 

Sweet  spring  is  come,  and  summer  too, 

All  things  appear  divinely  new ; 
i  i  On  Zioh's  mount  the  watchmen  cry, 
!    The  resurrection's  drawing  nish ; 
!  Behold,  the  nations  from  abroad 
i .  Are  nocking  to  the  mount  of  God. 

The  trumpet  sounds  botn  far  and  nigh, 
|    "Oh  sinners,  turn!  why  will  you  die?' 

How  can  you  stand  the  gospel  charms? 

Enlist  with  Christ,  gird  on  3'our  arms: 
|    These  are  the  days   that  were  foretold 

In  ancient  tim°s  by  prophets  old ; 

They  long'd  to  see  this  glorious  light,. 
1    But  all  have  died  without  the  sight. 
1  The  latter  days  have  now  come  on, 

And  fugitives  are  nocking  home; 
:    Behold  them  crowd  the  gospel  road, 
,    All  pressing  for  the  mount  of  God. 
j    Oh  yes,  and  1  will  join  the  band- 
Now  nere's  my  heart,-  and  here's  my  hand; 

With  Satan's  bands  no  more  I'll  be, 
i  But  fight  for  Christ  and  liberty. 
I  His  banner  soon  shall  be  unfurl'd, 
j   And  he  will  come  to  jud°e  the  world ; 
!    On  Zion's  mountain  we  will  stand, 
|   Surrounded  by  fair  Canaan's  land. 
i   The  sun  and  moon  shall  darken'd  be, 
i   The  flames  consume  the  land  and  sea ; 

When  worlds   on  worlds  together  blaze, 

Wt'il  shout,  and  loud  hosannas  raise. 


HYMN  393.  L.  M. 

CAMP-MEETINGS  with  thy  presence  cfowr,; 
And  show'r,  O  Lord,  thy   biessings  down  ; 
Fill  eVuyz-heart  with  holy  zeal, 
And  aft  thy  right'ousuess  reveal. 


S94-9ST 


^PPBtfDIX. 


2  O'er^all  our  hosts  do  thou  preside, 
And  all  our  various  movements  guide : 
The  praying  companies  attend, 

And  shew  thyself  the  sinner's  friend. 

3  Pour  out  thy  spirit  on  thy  sons, 
And  visit  thine  annointed  ones; 
May  every  virgin  trim  her  lamp, 
And  glory  rest  upon  our  camp. 

4  May  pray'r   and  praise  united  rise 
Like  holy  incenss  to  the  skies: 

In  all  our  camp  display  thy  pow'rf 
May  souls  be  born  each  day  and  hour! 


HYMN  394.  L.  M. 

'  "E^H~E  dies!   the  friend  of  sinners  dies! 

.H-JsL  Lo!   Salem's  daughters  weep  around! 

A  soiemn  darkness  veils  the  skies ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground! 
2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 

For  him  who  groan'd   beneath  your  load ; 

He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 

A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 
2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men: 

But  0 !  what  sudden  joys  we  see, 

Jesus  the  dead  revives  again  ! 

4  The  rising  Lord  forsakes  the  tomb.' 
Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies, 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

5  Break  off  your  tears  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  your  great  deliv'rer  reigns; 
Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster,   death,  in  chains. 

6  Say  "live  forever,  wondrous  King, 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save!" 
Then  ask  the  monster  "Where's  thy  stin?: 
"And  where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave?' 


HYMN  395-  P.  M.  8,  8;  6,  8,  8, 

On  Baptism. 
ALEM'S  brizht  King,  Jesus  by  name, 
_    In  ancient  time  to,  Jordan  came, 
All  right'ousness  to  till; 


m 


APPEND!*^*,  S95 


Twas  here  the  ancient  bapt;  st  stoo<J, 
Whose  name  was  John,  a  ruan  of  God). 

To  do  his  master's  will. 
The  holy  Jesus  did  demar  d 
JMs  right  to  be  baptised  t'nen, 

The  baptist  gave  conser  t, 
3n  Jordan's  bank  they  d  id  prepare, 
L'he  baptist  and  his  Master  dear. 

Then  down  the  bank  they  went. 
3own  in  old  Jordan's   rolling  stream 
The  baptist  led  the  Holy  Lamb, 

And  there  did  him   baptize; 
Fehovah  saw  his  darling  Son, 
And  was  well  pleas' d  with  what  he'd  done, 
.  And  own'd  him  fvom  the  skies. 
The  opening  heav'n  anon  complies, 
The  Holy   Ghost  tben  quickly  flies, 
I  Down  from  the  courts  above  ; 
\nd  on  the  holy,  heavenly  Lamb, 
The  Spirit  lights  and  does  remain, 

In  shape  like  a  fair  dove, 
'This  is  my  son,"  Jehovah  cries, 
\  The  echoing  voice  from  glory  flies, 

0  children  hear  ye  him; 
1  Hark !  'tis  his  voice,  behold  he  cries, 
I  Repent,  believe,  and  be  baptised, 
I     And  wash  away  your  sins. 
Home  children,  come,  his  voice  obey, 
Salem's  bright  King  has  mark'd  the  way,. 

And  has  a  crown  prepared ; 
3  then  arise  and  give  consent, 
Walk  in  the  way  that  Jesus  went, 

And  have  a  great    reward. 
Selieving  children,  gather  round, 
knd  let  your  joyful  songs  abound, 

With  cheerful  heart   arise; 
3ee  here  is  water,  here  is  room, 
h.  loving  Saviour  calling  come, 

Ye  converts  be  baptised! 
Behold  his  servant  waiting  stands, 
I  With  willing  heart  and  ready  hands, 

To  wit  upon  the  bride; 
7e  candidates  your  hearts  prepare, 
And  let  us  join  in  solemn  prayer 
i  Down  by  the  water  side. 


\ 


396-97        ^TAi'PENDix. 

HYMA'  396.  L.  M. 

Philip  and  the  E\  much.    Acts  viii.  OS. 

1  n!HHE  sacred  page  pri  claims  abroad 

a     The  glories  of  the    sovereign  God, 
Whose  providence  and  gi  ace  units 
To  bring  his  great  decree  3  to  light. 

2  From  Ethiopia's  sun-burnt    plains, 
Where  sultry  summer  ceaseless  reigns, 
An  Eunuch  chief,  of  wealth    and  fame, 
To  worship  in  the  temple  d  me. 

3  Returning  home  the  thought.'ul  sage 
Perus'd  the  deep  prophetic  pa^e; 

Of  Jesus  read,  as  on  he  went, 

Eut  doubted  whom  the  Prophet  meant* 

4  By  heaven's  command,  that  moment  cam? 
Philip,  a  follow'r  of  the  Lamb : 

Him  the  enquiring  prince  receiv'd, 
And  all  the  words  he  spake,  believ'd. 

5  Then  of  his  duty  well  appris'd 
The  Eunuch  wish'd  to  be  baptiz'd: 
A  silver  stream  ran  full  in  siaht, 
He  asks,  and  soon  receives  the  rite. 

6  He  iourneys  on  without  delay, 
In   Christ  rejoicing  all  the  way, 
And  tells  the  Ethiopian  race 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 


HYMN  397.  L.  M. 

On  washing  feci.    John  xiii.  2-17. 
"HEN  Jesus  Christ  was  here  below 
He  taught  his  people  what  to  do; 
And  if  we  would  his  precepts  keep, 
"Wre  must  descend  to  washing  feet. 

2  For  on  th?tn;ght  he  was  betray'd, 
He  for  us  all  a  patt  rn  laid; 
Soon  as  his  supper  he  did  eat, 

He  rose  and  wash'd  his  brethrens'  feet. 

3  The  Lord  who  made  the  earth  and  sky, 
jose  and  laid  his  garment  by; 

wash'd   their  feet,  to  show  that  we 
Juld  always  kind  and  humble  be. 
^•He  wash'd  them  all,  to  make  them  clean 
Eut  Judas  still  was  full  of  sin; 
May  none  of  us,  like  Judas,  sell 
Ihe  Lord  for  gold,  and  £0  to  helL 


APPENDIX.      \  398 


Peter  said  *'  Lord,  it  shall  not  be,       \ 
"Thou  shalt  not  scoop  to  washing  m\e. 
O  that  no  christian  here  may  say       \ 
I'm  too  unworthy  to  obey. 
"You  call  me  Lord,  and  Master  too, 
"  Then  do  as  1  have  done  to  you  ;         ', 
"All  my  commands  and  councels  keep '» 
"And  show  your  love,  by  washing  fee  t 
"  Ye  shall  be  happy,  if  ye  know 
"And  cio  these  things,  by   faith,  below; 
"And  I'll  protect  you  till  you   die,  \ 

"And  then  remove  you  up  on  high." 


HYMN  398.  L.  M. 

For  the  Lord's  Supper. 
^FWlWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  nigh t, 
§     When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  aixss 
Against  the  'Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  nis  foes. 
Before  the  mournful  scene  began 
He  took  the  bread,  and  blest,  and  brake, 
What  love  thro'  all  his  actions  ran, 
What  wondruus  words  of  grace  he  spake  l 
"This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin, 
•"Receive  and  eat  the  living  food ;" 
Then  took  the  cup  and  blest  the  wine, 
'"Tis  the  new  cov'nanc  in  my  blood." 
For  us  his  flesh  with  nails  was  torn, 
He  bore  the  scourge,  he  felt  the  thorn, 
When,  for  blacK.  crimes  of  largest  size, 
He  gave  himself  a  sacrifice. 
"Do  this,"  he  cry'd,  "till  time  shall  end, 
I  In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend. 
"  Meet  at  my  table  and  record 
"The  Love  of  your  departed  Lord." 
Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 
We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name3 
Till  thou  return  and  we  shall  eat, 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb1,. 


399  APPENDIX. 

HYIHN399.  P.  M.  8,  8,  11,  9. 

The  mountain  Calvary. 

1  ^iOME,  f  j  my  heart,  and  let  us  take 
1_>   An  ev  *ning  walk  becoming  thee ; 

And  wither  dost  thou  choose,  we  shall  take  our  cours 
To  Calvai  :y  or  Gethsemane  ? 

2  Oh!  Calv'r;/  is  a  mountain  high, 

And  qui'.e  too  great  a  task  for  me; 
And  an  e  v'ning's  repose,  I  would  rather  choose, 
Than  Cdvary  or  Gethsemane. 

3  The  mountain  would  not  seem  so  high, 

Nor  yet  so  great  a  task  for  thee, 
If  thou  didst  love  the  man,  who  first  laid  the  plan, 
Of  climbing  the  mountain  Calvary.     * 

4  What  leave  my  comp'ny  all  behind, 

In  youthful  bloom  to  go  with  thee? 
There's  time  enough  yet,  and  th'  journey's  not  sogTe- 
I  cao  soon  climb  th'  mountain  Calvary. 

5  Your  lay  companions  will  not  do, 

Pooi-  blinded  soul  couldst  thou  but  see, 
If  e'er  thou  wouldst  stand,  on  Canaan's  happy  land, 
Thou  must  first  climb  th'  mountain  Calvary. 

6  I'd  now  rather  live  at  my  ease, 

And  go  some  other  time  with  thee; 
"When  blooming  youth  is  gonp,  and  old  age  comes  on. 
I  will  then  go  with  thee  t'  Calvary. 

7  There  is  no  better  time  than  youth 

To  climb  this  mountain  you  must  see, 
When  youthiul  days  are  gone,  and  old  age  comes  on, 
How  then  canst  thou  climb  up  Calvary. 

8  Oh  hark!  I  heard  a  dreadful  sound- 

Awake,  awake,  thy  danger  see, 
A  blooming  youth  is  gone,  and  is  laid  in  th'  tomb, 
Who  rei'us'd  to  climb  up  Calvary.    ' 

9  Alas !  I  know  not  what  to  do, 

A  dreal  alarm  hath   seized  me; 
In  sin  I've  gone  on,  till  I  fear  I'm  undone, 
How  now  can  I,  climb  up    Calvary. 

10  0  tarry  not  in  all  the  plains, 

Eternal  vengeance  threatens  thee; 
But  look  up  to  th'  man  who  was  slain  for  thy  sin, 
And  he'll  help  thee  t'  climb  up  Calvary. 


:;'  ' 


APPENDIX.  400 

HYMN  400.  P.  M,  5,  6,  5,  6. 

Christ  inviting  sinners  to  the  cross. 

a  "%%J~lLL  y°a  come  t0  th'  cross 
V  V     I  have  died  on  for  you, 
To  save  you  from  death, 
That  is  justly  your  due. 
CHOR.    Ah!  will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you, 
Come  to  the  cross. 
Ah!  will  you,  frc.—Come  to  the  cross. 

2  There  while  at  my  feet 

In  contrition  you  lie, 

I'll  hush  with  my  love, 

Ev'ry  penitent  sigh. 

Ah!  will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you, 

Kneel  at  my  feet. 

Ah!  will  you,  fyc— Kneel  at  my  feet. 

3  'Tis  th'  Saviour  that  calls, 
"fis  youv  God  that  implores, 

Ye  sinners  to  turn 
And  be  sinners  no  more. 

Ah!  will  you,  mill  you,  will  you,  will  you, 
Turn  and  be  free. 

Ah!  will  you-,  §~c.—Tum  and  be  free. 
£4  Be  free  from  the  world, 
Its  temptations  and  cares, 
And  take  up  th'  cross- 
It  is  easy  to  bear. 

Ah!  will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you, 
Take  up  the  cross. 

Ah!  will  you,  $*c.—Take  up  the  cross. 
■5  Will  you  walk  in  m'  ways, 
Will  you  do  what  I  say, 
And  evince  to  the  world 
That  your  children  of  day, 

Ah!  will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you, 
Do  what  I  say. 

Ah!  will  you,  fyc-  Do  what  I  say. 
len  when  you  are  done 
With  the  sorrows  of  time, 
fou  shall  reign  with  your 
"  iviour  in  happi'r  ciimes. 

Ah!  will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you. 

Reign  with  me  there. 

Ah!  will  you,  i$*c— Reign  with  me  thers. 


401-3  APPENDIX, 

HYMN  401.  S.  INI. — J.  W. 

On  the  'meeting  of  friends. 

1  rHlHE  Lord  our  help  has  been ; 

H     Our  lives  he  hach  prolong'd;l 
Giv'n  us  on  earth  to  meet  again, 
With  nothing  lost  or  wrong'd. 

2  0 !  for  this  love  and  grace 

Let  ev'ry  heart  now  raise, 
"With  sweet  accord,  each  ransom'd  pow'r, 
To  celebrate  his  praise. 

3  Whilst  earth  is  our  abode— 

Our  God  we  will  adore; 
And  when  we  gel  to  Zion's  hill, 
We'll  praise  him  evermore. 

HYMN  402.  C.  M.— J.  W. 

Dedication  of  a  Meeting-house. 

1  ^  |p HIS  new  built  Bethel  now  is  done, 

Ja.    And  here  we've  met  to-uay, 
To  dedicate  this  house  to  God- 
To  preach,  to  sing  and  pray. 

2  Here  may  the  pray'r  of  fairh  prevail- 

Here  may  the  Gospel  run  : 

And  ev'ry  true  believer  feel, 

The  bliss  of  heav'n  begun. 

3  May  sinners  here  their  sins  renounce, 

And  yield  their  all  to  God  ; 
From  sin  and  hell  redemption  find, 
By  faith  in  Jesus'  blood. 

4  "Within  these  walls  let  ho'y  peace, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease— 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

5  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home ; 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here 
And"  praise  thee  in  our  room." 


HYMN  403.  M.  7s. 

4  Privileges  of  Adoption. 

LftSSED  are  the  sons  of  God, 
They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  bleai 


APPENDIX.  404 


They  are  ransom'd  from  the  grave— ] 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have ; 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

2  They  are  justifi'd  by  grace; 
They  enjoy  the  Saviour's  peace; 
All  their  sins  are  wash'd  away; 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day; 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

3  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace 
In  the  works  of  right'ousness ; 
They  are  harmless,  meek,  and  mild, 
Holy,  blameless,  undefil'd; 

With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

4  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth, 
Children  of  a  heav'nly  birth; 
One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one; 
-Glory  is  in  them  begun; 

With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
JHere,  and  in  eternity. 


HYMN  404.  U  M. 

Crucifixion  to  the  World. 

1  "^]ik7"HEN  *  survey  the  wond'rous  cross 
Wv     On  which  the  prince  of  glory  died, 
JVly  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

8  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet. 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down: 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crowns 

1  Were  the  wide  realm  of  nature  mine. 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small; 
iLiove  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  al?, 


405-7  APPENDIX. 

HYMN  405.  P.  M.  7s. 

Christ's  Resurrection. 

1  "flHH"ARK!  the  herald  angels  say, 
H  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  ris'n  to-day ! 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Let  the  glorious  tidings  fly. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done ; 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won; 
Lo!  the  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er; 
Lo!  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Lives  again  our  glorious  King, 
'Where,  O   death,  is  now  thy~sting?' 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save, 

'   '  Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave?' 

4  'Hail,  thou  great  almigthy  Lord, 
'Hail,  thou  blest  incarnate  Word; 
*  Hail,  thou  surFring  son  of  God, 
'Take  the  trophies  of  thy  blood.' 

HYMN  406.  L.  M. 

Praise  from  all  the  Earth. 

1  SL^ROM  all  who  dwell  below  the  skies, 
_H?    Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue- 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attend  thy  word ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more- 

3  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him  ail  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

HYMN  407.  C.  M.—  Taylor. 

For  sundry  occasions. 

1  ^~^OME,  let  us  now  forget  our  mirth, 
^J  And  think  that  we  must  die; 
What  are  our  best  deliehts  on  earth, 

Compar'd  with  those  on  high. 

2  Our  pleasures  here  will  soon  be  past, 

Our  brightest  joys  decay, 
But  pleasures  there  forever  last 
And  cannot  fade  away. 


APPENDIX.  408 

3  HeTe  sins  and  sorrows  we  deplore, 

With  many  cares  distrest; 
But  there  the  mourners  weep  no  more, 
And  there  the  weary  rest. 

4  Our  dearest  friends,  when  death  shall  calk 

At  once  must  hence  depart ; 
But  there  we  hope  to  meet  them  all, 
And  never,  never  part. 

5  Then  let  us  love  and  serve  the  Lord, 

With  all  our  ransom'd  powers; 
And  we  shall  gain  this  great  reward, 
This  glory  shall  be  ours. 


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ADDITIONAL    HYMNS. 


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HYMN  408.  L.  M. 

1  "%)S7"HEN  Jesus  first  at  heaven's  command, 

V  v     Arose  and  left  his  father's  throne 
B.edeeming  work  to  do  he  came, 
And  guardian  angels  knew  the  same. 
CHOR.    Go  die  my  son,  my  son  go  suffer  pain, 
And  then  return  to  me  again. 

2  See  Jesus  climb  up  Calvary's  hill, 
To  do  his  father's  blessed  will. 

See  him  with  spears  they  pierce  amain, 
His  precious  side— he  dies  in  pain. 

Go  die  my  son,  my  son  go  suffer  fain, 

And  then  return  to  me  again. 

3  Arise  my  son,  once  more  obey— 
Go,  angels  roll  the  stone  away. 
My  son  is  coming  back  again, 

And  shall  with  me  forever  reign. 

Now  reign  thou  great  Redeemer,  reign  on  high, 
In  glory,  poio'r  and  majesty. 


409-10  APPENDIX. 

HYMN  409.  C.  M.— J.  W. 

A  Revival  Hymn. 
5  ClPIElT  of  God,  tliine  influ'nce  shed 
K5  On  us,  and  all  around ; 
Hallow  this  place,  and  bless  thy  word ; 
Make  ev'ry  heart  to  bound. 

2  A  solemn  and  a  feeling  time 

Moy  this  occasion  be, 
That  old  and  young— that  rich  and  .poor, 
Thy  pow'r  displayed  may  see. 

3  Come  now,  bless'd  spirit  from  above  ; 

Come  now,  just  now  descend  ; 
Convince  the  unconvinced  of  sin, 

And  then  their  troubles  end. 
£  The  joy  of  cancel'd  sin  bestow— 

The  bliss  of  paradise— 
O  let  us  have  a  penticost, 

A  falling,  and  a  rise. 


HY3IN  410.  P.  M. 

7  ^feUR  Poundage  here  shall  end ,  by  and  by, 
>H3r  From  Egypt's  yoke  set   free ; 

Hail   the  glorious  jubilee; 
And  to  Canann  march  along,  by  and  by. 

2  Our  Deliv'rer,  he  shall  come,  by  and  by, 

And  our  sorrows  have  an  end, 
With  our  three  score  years  and  ten, 
And  vast  glory  crown  the  day,  by  and  by. 

3  Tho'  our  enemies  are  strong,  we'll  go  on, 

Tho'  our  hearts  dissolve  with  fear, 
Lo!  Sinai's  God  is  near! 
While  the  fiery  pillar  moves,  we'll  go  on, 

4  Thro'  Ma-rah  bitter  streams,  we'll  go  on; 

Tho'  Baca's  vale  be  dry, 
And  the  land  yield  no  supply; 
To  a  land  of  corn  and  wine,  we'll  go  on. 

5  And  when  to  Jordan's  floods,  we  are  come, 

Jehovah  rules  the  tide— 
And  the  waters  he'll  divide, 
And  the  ransom'd  host  shall  shout,  we  are  come- 
5  Then  friends  shall  meet  again  who  have  lov'd ; 
Our  embraces  shall  be  sweet, 
At  the  dear  Redeemer's  feet; 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more,  who  have  lov'd  i 


APPENDIX.  41\ 

7  Then  with  all  the  happy  throng,    we'll  rrejoiceT 
Shouting  praises  to  our  king, 
Till  the  vaults  of  heav'n-  ring ; 
And  through  all  eternity,  we'll  rejoice. 

HYMN  411.  L.  M. 

1  M^i  O  preach  my  Gospel,  saith  the  Lord, 
%M~  Bid  the  whole  world  my  grace  receive  5 
He  shall  he  sav'd  that  trusts  my  word; 

.     He  shall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 

2  I'll  make  your  great  commission  known,    . 

And  ye  shall  prove  my   Gospel  true, 
.  By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 

By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 
a  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands^ 

"I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end, 
AH  pow'r  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 

I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

;  HYMN  412.  C.  M. 

The  Gospel,  or  birth  of  Christ. 
1  "fL^7"H1LE  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by  nighL 
WW     All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 
2(."Fear  not,"  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 
Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind,) 
J      "Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "To  you  in  David's  town  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord  ; 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign; 

4  "The  heav'nly  babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  human  view    display'd. 
All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  "Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels  praising  God,  on  high, 
And  thus  addres'd  their  song ; 

6  "All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace; 
Good  will  henceforth,  from  heav'n  to  men-, 
Begin  and  never  cease." 


413-14  APPENDIX. 

HYMN  413.  P.  M.  8,  7,  8,  7,  4,  7. 

AIL,  all  hail !  bless'd  Sabbath  morning, 

.  Prelude  to  eternal  res'  ; 

leav'n  descends  to  crown  thy  mem'ry; 
Millions  rise  to  call  the  blest; 
Hallelujahs, 
Hail  the  day  of  sacred  rest. 

2  Hail,  all  hail !  bless'd  courts  of  Zion, 

Habitation  of  our  King; 
May  thy  congregated  thousands, 

Make  thy  domes  with  praises  ring; 
Hallelujah, 
Shout  the  praise  of  Zion's  King. 

3  Hail,   all  hail !  thrice  blessed  gospel, 

Clothed  with  energy  divine ; 

"Word  of  life— for  ever  precious; 

Treasure  of  th'  eternal  mind: 

Word  Eternal, 
Nerve  the  weak— illume  the  blind. 

4  Hail,  all  hail !  ye  sacred  heralds 

Of  the  cross,  the  crucifi'd ; 
Lift  the  banner— blow  the  trumpet, 

Tell  the  nations,  Jesus  died! 
Hallelujah, 
Jusus'  word  is  glorifi'd. 

5  Hail,  all  hail!  ray  dear  companions, 

Trav'lers   to  the  land  of  peace ; 
Love  divine,  cements  our  union, 

Fits  us  for  our  bless'd  release  : 
Happy  signal, 
Death  our  union  shall  increase. 

6  Then  we'll  hail  the  upper  Zion, 

Sabbaths  there  shall  never  end: 

O  how  sweet  to  sing  for  ever- 
Gazing  on  the  sinners  Friend  i 
Hallelujah, 

Glory  be  to  God— amen. 

HYMN  414.  P.  M. 

1  "BJSTeaR.  the  royal  proclamation, 
JT8-  The  glad  tidings   of  salvation; 
Published  to  every  creature, 
To  the  ruin'd  sons  of  nature. 
CHORUS. 
Jesus  reigns,  he  reigns  victorious, 
Over  heav'n  and  earth  most  glorious. 
Jesus  reigns. 


APPENDIX. 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flying, 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying; 
Rebel  sinners,  royal  favour 
Now  is  offer'd  by  the  Saviour. 

Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

3  Hear  ye  "sons  of  wrath  and  ruin, 
Who  have  wrought  your  own  undoing; 
Here  is  life  and  free  salvation 
Offer'd  to  the  whole  creation. 

Jesus  reigns  4°c. 
\  'Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
For  you  he  was  crucified; 
Conquer'd  death  and  rose  to  heaven, 
Life  eternal  through  him's  given. 

Jesus  reigns,   #c. 

5  Turn  unto  the  Lord  most,  holy, 
Shun  the  path  of  vice  and  folly; 
Turn  or  you  are  lost  forever, 

O  now  turn  to  God  your  Saviour. 
Jesus  reigns,  $*c. 

6  Here  is  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey, 
Come  and  purchase  without  money; 
Mercy,  like  a  flowing  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain. 

Jesus  reigns,   &c. 

7  For  this  iove  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
Purling  streams  and  chrystal  fountains; 
Roaring  thunders,    lightning  blazes, 
Shout  the  great   Messiah's  praises. 

Jesus  reigns,  §-c. 

8  Shout  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation  ; 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  lion, 
The  almighty  King  of  Zion. 

Jesus  reigns,  fyc. 

9  Now  our  souls  have  caught  new  fire, 
Brethren  raise  your  voices  higher ; 
Shout  with  ioyful  acclamation, 

To  the  prince  of  our  salvation. 
Jesus  reigns,  <J-c. 

10  Shout  ye  saints  make  joyful  mention, 
Christ  has  purchased  our  redemption; 
Angels  shout  the  joyful  story, 
Through  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory, 

Jesus  reigns,  #e. 


415-16  APPENDIX. 

HYMN  415.  P-  M.  8s,  7s,  &  4. 

Day  of  Judgment. 

1  I  fcAY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  I 
WW  Hark!  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 

Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders; 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round! 
How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound! 

2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine ! 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  "This  God  is  mine  : 
"  Gracious  Saviour, 
"Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine!" 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea; 
All  the  pow'rs  of- nature,  shaken 

By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee : 
Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become-  of  thee  ? 

4  Horrors  past  imagination, 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  heart, 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 

"Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart! 
"Thou  with  Satan 
"And  his  angels,  have  thy  part!" 

5  But  to  ithose  who  have  confessed, 

Lov'rt  and  serv'd  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  "  Come  near,  ye  blessed, 

"See  the  kingdom  I  bestow: 
"You  forever 
"Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 

6  Under  sorrow  and  reproaches, 

May  this  thought  our  courage  raiser 
Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 
|       Sighs  shall  then  be  cbang'd  to  praise: 
May  we  triumph 
When  the  world  is  in  a  blaze. 


HYMN  416.  S.  M. 

The  gospel  ministry. 
OW  beaut'ous  are  their  feet, 
_  Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill; 
ho  bring  salvation  on  their  tongue?, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal! 


APPENDIX. 


g  How  charming  Is  their  voice, 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are : 
"Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 
"He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 
3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  hut-  never  found! 
i  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 
That  see  this  heav'nly  light! 
Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long, 
But  died  Without  the  sight 
5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 
3  The  Loal  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad; 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and-  their  God. 


*B 


HYMN  417.  S.  M. 


ESfDE  the  gospel  pool, 
Appointed  for  the  poor, 
a  sinful 


?rom,  year  to  year  a  sinful  soul 
Had  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  The  voice  of  one  unknown, 

Advancing  where  he  lay, 
Bespoke  him  in  a  gentle  tone, 
And  thus  it  seem'd  to  say: 

3  "  Poor,  sinful,  dying  soul. 

Why  linger  here  and  die? 
Only  consent  to  be  made  whole, 

You  need  no  longer  lie.j 
4.  "The  Saviour  passing  by, 

Well  knows  your  sinking  state, 
And  whife  the  Saviour  is  so  nigh, 

The  sinner  need  not  wait." 
5-  That  voice  dispell'cl  the  charm, 

His  fatai  slumbers  broke; 
He  saw  his  sins  with  fresh  alarm, 

And  fear'd  the  vengeful  stroke. 
6  Unable  to  endure, 

He  call'd  for  aid  divine— 
The  great  Physician  wrought  fee  cure; 

That  guilty  soul  was  mine. 


418-19  APPENDIX. 

JIYMN  418.  P.  M.  6,  G,  6,  G,  8,  8, 

Types  of  Christ. 

1  "S"SRAEL,  in  ancient  days, 
B    Not  only  had  a  view 

Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn'd  the  gospel  too: 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass, 
In  which  they  saw  the  Saviour's  face.        1 

2  The  paschal  sacrifice, 
And  blool-sprinkled  door, 
Seen  with  enlighten'd  eyes, 
And  once  applied  with  pow'r, 

Would   teach  thee  need  of  other  blood, 
To  reconcile  an  angry  God. 

3  The  lamb,  the  dove,  set  forth 
His  perfect  innocence, 

Whose  blood  of  matchless  worth 

Should  be  the  soul's  defence; 
For  he,  who  can  for  sin  atone, 
Must  have  no  failings  of  his  own. 

4  The  scape-goat  on  his  head, 
The  people's  trespass  bore, 
And  to  the  desert  led, 
AVas  to  be   >een  no  more: 

In  him  our     urety  seem'd  to  say, 
"Behold,  I  bear  your  sins  away.1' 

5  Dipt  in  his  fellow's  blood 
The  living  bird  went  free; 
The  type,  well  understood, 
Express'd  the  sinner's  plea; 

Describ'd  a  guilty  soul  enlars'd, 
And  by  a  Saviour's  death  discharg'tl. 

6  Jesus,  I  love  to  trace, 
Throughout  the  sacred  page, 
The  footsteps  of  thy  grace, 
The  same  in  ev'ry  age! 

O  srant  that  I  may  faithful  be 
To  clearer  light  vouchsaf'd  to  me. 


HYMN  419.  C.  M. 
Brazen  serpent 
1  "^]&7'HEN  Israel's  son's,  a  murm'ring  race, 
?7     Despis'd  their  heav'nly  bread, 
God  bade  his  fiery  serpents  fly, 
To  strike  the  rebels  dead. 


APPENDIX,  420 


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2  Swift  like  an  arrow  through  the  air 

The  baneful  reptiles  fly  ; 
The  rebels  feel  the  deadly  wound, 
And  groan,  and  gasp,  and  die. 

3  A  part  still  live ;  but  0,  what  looks  1 

What  agonizing  pain ! 
The  fatal  poison  works  within, 
And  human  help  is  vain. 

4  Now  Moses  feels  his  Israel's  griefs, 

To  God  for  them  he  prays ; 
A  brazen  serpent  he's  to  make. 
And  on  a  pole  to  raise. 

5  How  strange  the  means!  but  in  his  hand 

The  remedy  how  sure ! 
Not  one  that  view'd  the  healing  brass 
But  found  immediate  cure. 

6  Thus  Jesus  on  the  sacred  cross 

Is  lifted  up  on  high ; 
Sinners,  now  look  to  him  by  faith, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

HYMN  420.  L.  M. 
To-day. 

1  TOTASTEN,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise, 
JOL  And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 
The  longer  v/isdom  you  despise, 

The  harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

2  O  hasten,  mercy  to  implore, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Before  this  ev'ning's  course  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  0  sinneic,  to  return, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn, 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  the  blest, 
And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  the  curse  should  thee  arrest, 
Before  the  morrow  is  begun. 


HYMN  421.  P.  M.  6,  6,  6,  G,  8,  8  = 
Rejoice  in  the  Lord  alioays. 

REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King, 
Your  God  and  King  adore; 


1 


422  APPENDIX. 


Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore: 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Ilejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

2  Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns, 
The  God  of  truth  and  love; 
When  he  had  purg:d  our  stains, 
He  took  his  seat  above  : 

Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  sJ.oud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n; 

The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  siv'n: 
Lilt  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

4  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 
Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home : 

We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  rejoice. 


HYMN  423.  C.  M. 

Providences  reviewed. 

1  1LJU"HEN  al1  tnv  mercies,  0  my  God 
5        ^V     My  rising  soul  surveys, 

Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Thy  providence  my  life  sustain'd, 

And  all  my  wants  redress-d ; 
When  silent  in  the  womb  1  lay, 
6        And  hung  upon  the  breast. 
•  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries, 
Thy  mercv  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learnt 
To  form  themselves  in  pray'r. 
■    i  When  in  the  slipp'ry  paths  of  youth, 
With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm  unseen  convey:d  me  sa.'e, 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 
Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts, 
1      My  daily  thanks  employ ; 

Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
»     That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 


appendix.  423-24 


6  Thro'  ev'ry  period  of  my  life, 

Tby  goodness  I'll  adore! 
And,  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
Thy  mercy  still  explore. 

7  Thro'  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise; 

But,  O!  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  ail  thy  praise. 

HYMN  423.  C.  M. 

^Prospect  of  the  resurrection. 

1  rfPlHRO'  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path, 

JL    Amid  the  deep'ning  gloom, 
We,  soldiers  of  an  injur'd  King, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  where  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

.  And  all  our  pow'rs  decay, 
Our  cold  remains,  in  soliiude, 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labours  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust, 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  These  ashes  poor,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Till  the  last  angel  rise,  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

5  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  ev'ry  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long  silent  dust  shall  burst 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 


HYMN  424.  L.  M. 

The  Mercy  seat.         '.''-  [ 

1  TO  ROM  ev'ry  stormy  wind  that  blows 
M}  From  ev'ry  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 

'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place,  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads; 

k  A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, 
It  is  the  blood-bought  niercy-seeu. 


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425  APPENDIX. 

3  There  is  a  scene,  where  spirits  blend,— 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
Though  sunder'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet, 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  Ah !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd"? 
Or  how,  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suff'ring  saints  no  mercy-seat'! 

5  There,  there  on  eagle-wings  we  soar, 
And  sin,  and  sense  seem  all  no  more ; 
And  heav'n  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-scat. 

6  O!  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still: 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat. 


HYMN  425*  L.  M. 

The  striving  of  the  Spirit. 

1  ^1AY>  sinner,  hath   a  voice  within 
J<5  Oft  whisper'd  to  thy  secret  soul,— 
Urg'd  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 

And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control? 

2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  worldliness  and  vanity; 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 
And  warn'd  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heav'nly  voice, 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  lisht; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind ; 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

5  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  harden'd,   self-destroying  man; 
Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 
8  Sinner— perhaps  this  very  day, 
Thy 'last  accepted  time  may  be; 
Oh,  should 'st  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 


appendix.  426-27 

HYMN  428.  P.  M.  12s; 
The  voice  of  Free  grace. 

1  PTf^HE  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  escape  to  the  mountain, 

JL    For  all  that  believe,  Christ  has  open'd  a  fountain  ; 
For  sin,  and  uneleanness,  and  every  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely,  in  streams  of  salvation. 

CHORUS. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  purchased  our  pardon! 
We'll  praise  him  again,  zohen  zoe  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  to  the  Saviour  repair; 
Now  he  calls  you  in  mercy,  and  can  you  forbear? 
Though  your  sins  are  increased  as  high  as  a  mountain, 
His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  streams  from  this  fountain. 

3  Now  Jesus,  our  Lord,  reigns  triumphantly  glorious; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  he  is  more  than  victorious ! 
With  shouting  proclaim  it,—  O  trust  in  his  passion, 
He  saves  us  most  freely  ;— O  glorious  salvation. 

4  Our  Jesus  proclaims  his  name  all  victorious, 
He  reigns  over  all,  and  his  kingdom  is  glorious ; 
To  Jesus  we'll  join  with  the  great  congregation, 
And  triumph,  ascribing  to  him  our  salvation. 

5  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to  the  shore, 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we'll  praise  him  the  more  j 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains,  on  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  then  sing  salvation  for  ever  and  ever. 


HYMN  427.  L.  M. 

Distinguishing  grace  arfcnoivledged. 
1  ~W  HEAR  a  voice  that  comes -from  far; 
Ji.  From  Calvary  it  sounds  abroad; 
It  soothes  my  soul,  and  calms  my  fear- 
It  speaks  of  pardon  bought  with  blood. 
3  And  is  it  true,  that  many  fly 

The  sound  that  bids  my  soul  rejoice; 
And  rather  choose  in  sin  to  die, 
Than  turn  an  ear  to  mercy's  voice? 

3  Alas,  for  those!— the  day  is  near, 

When  mercy  will  be  heard  no  more; 
Then  will  they  ask  in  vain  to  hear 
The  voice,  they  would  not  hear  before. 

4  With  such,  1  own,  I  once  appear'd, 

But  now  I  know  how  great  their  loss; 
For  sweeter  sounds  were  never  heard 
Than  mercy  utters,  from  the  cross. 


428-29  appendix. 


5  But  let  me  not  forget  to  own, 

That  if  1  differ  aught  from  those, 
'Tis  clue  to  sov'reign  frace  alone, 
Thut  oft  selects  its  proudest  foes. 


HYMN  428-  P.  M.  8  lines  8s. 
Death  of  a  sister. 

1  ^^SllS  finish'd!  the  conflict  is  past, 

B     The  heav'n-bom  spirit  is  fled; 

Her  wish  is  accomplished  at  last, 
And  now  she:s  entomb'd  with  the  dead. 

The  months  of  affliction  are  o'er, 
The  days  and  the  nights  of  distress ; 

"We  see  her  in  anguish  no  more- 
She's  gained  her  happy  release. 

2  No  sickness,  or  sorrow,  or  pain, 

Shall  ever  disquiet  her  now ; 
For  deatn  to  her  spirit  was  gain, 

Since  Christ  was  her  life  when  below. 
Her  soul  has  now  taken  its  flight 

To  mansions  of  glory  above, 
To  mingle  with  angels  of  light, 

And  dwell  in  the  kingdom  of  loye. 

3  The  victory  now  is  obtain'd ; 

She's  gone  her  dear  Saviour  to  see; 
Her  wishes  she  fully  has  gain'd— 

She's  now  where  she  longed  to  be. 
Then  let  us  forbear  to  complain, 

That  she  has  now  gone  from  our  sight; 
We  soon  shall  behold  her  ag.iin. 

With  new  and  redoubled  delight. 


HYMN  429.  P.  Si.  8, 7,  8,  8,  7,  8. 

The  dying  Christian  speaking  to  his  soul. 

1  "WpffAl,  spark,  of  heav'nly  flame ! 

XP      Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame! 
Trembling,  hoping,  ling'ring,  flying j 
Oh  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dyins ! 
Cease,  fond  nature!  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life ! 

2  Hark !  they  whisper— angels  say, 
"Sister  spirit,  come  awayi" 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sieht, 
Drowns  my  spirits,  draws  my  breath. 
Tell  me,  my  soul— can  this  oe  death] 


APPENDIX.  430-31 


3  The  world  recedes!— it  disappears!— 
Keav'n  opens  on  my  eyes!— my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings !  I  mount !  I  fly ! 
O  gravel   where  is  thy  victory? 
O  death!  where  is  thy  sting? 


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HYMN  430.  P.  M.  lis  &  10s. 

Invitation  to  the  Mercy-seat. 

OME  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 


Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  ferver.  tly  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your  anguish, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heav'n  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  comfortless,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope,  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and  pure 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  mercy  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heav'n  cannot  cure. 

3  Herje  see  the  bread  of  life  ;  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above  ; 
Come  to  the  feast  prepared,  come,  ever  knowing, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heav'n  cannot  cure. 


HYMN  431.  C.  M. 

Not  ashamed  of  the  gospel,    2  Tim.  i.  12. 

1  TT'M  not  asham'd  to  awn  my  Lord, 
ft  Or  to  defend  his  cause, 

Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God !  I  know  his  name : 

His  name  is  all  my  trust: 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
,.'■  What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 

Till  the  decisive  hour. 
I  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name, 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 

Appeint  my  soul  a  place. 


432-33  appendix. 

HYMN  432.  P,  M.  8,  8,  6. 

*  TTJTOW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot; 
MM.  How  free  from  ev'ry  anxious  thought, 

From  worldly  hope  and  feari 
Confin'd  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell, 

He  only  sojourns  here. 
2  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own ; 
A  stranger  to  the  world,  unknown, 

I  all  their   goods  despise; 
1  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
And  seek  a  city  out  of  sight, 

A  city  in  the  skies. 
s  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair ; 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there. 

And  my  abiding  home; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
And  ansels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 
4  1  come,  thy  servant,  Lord,  replies; 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my   heav'nly  rest  I 
When  e'er  my   pilgrimage  shall  end  ; 
I'll  pray,  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 

Receive  me  to  thy  breast! 


HYMN  433.  P.  M.  7s  &  6s. 

Christ  our  all. 
1  "*7"ATN  delusive  world  adieu, 
^     With  all  of  creature  good, 
Onlv  Jesus  I'll  pursue. 

Who  bought  me  with  his   blood; 
All  thy  pleasure  I'll  forego, 
I'll  tramDle  on  thy  wealth  and  pride ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucifi'di 
S  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 
'Tis  all  but  vanity; 
Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, 

He  tasted  death  for  mei 
Me  to  save  from  endless  wo, 
The  sin  atoning  victim  died; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesua  crucifi'di 


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APPENDIX.  434 


3  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 
And  pleasure  without  end, 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 
And  ever  in  his  love  abide; 
Only  Jesus  wit!  1  know, 

And  Jesus  crucift'd! 

4  0  that  I  could  ajl  invite. 
This  saving  truth  to  prove; 

Show  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 

And  depth  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show, 
This  blood  alGne  by  faith  appli'd; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucifl'd! 


HYMN  434.  P.  M.  7s  &  6a. 

The  gospel  banner. 

1  "J&XOW  be  the  gospel  banner 
JJ%|    In  ev'ry  land  unfarl'dj 

{  Ana  be  the  shout  hosanna, 

Re-echo'd  tbro'  the  wprld; 
Till  ev'ry  isle  and  natron, 

Till  ev'ry  tribe  and  tongue. 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 

2  What  though  th'  embattled  legions 

Of  earth  and  hell  combine? 
His  arm  throughout  their  regions 

Shall  soon  in  terror  shine.  • 

Gird  on  thy  sword  victorious., 

Immanuel,  Prince  of  peace, 
Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious, 

Ere  yet  the  battle  cease. 
Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  for  ever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  kings, 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 

Each  ransom'd  captive  sings. 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting,!) 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 
The  hills  and  vallies  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  praise. 


d 


435-36  appendix* 

HYMN  435.  P.  M.  8,  7,  8,  7,  7, 

1  ^J&7~H0  is  this  tnat  comes  from  Edom  > 

▼  v     All  his  raiment  stain'd  with  blood; 
To  the  captive  speaking  freedom, 

Bringing  and  bestowing  good; 
Glorious  in  the  garb  he  wears, 
Glorious  in  the  spoil  he  bears. 
'Tis  the  Saviour,  now  victorious, 

Traveling  onward  in  his  might; 
'Tis  the  Saviour,  O  how  glorious 

To  his  people,  is  the  sight ! 
Satan  conquer'd,  and  the  grave, 
Jesus  now  is  strong  to  save. 
B  Why  that  blood,  his  raiment  staining? 

'Tis  the  blood  of  many  slain; 
Of  his  foes,  there's  none  remaining, 

Now  the  contest  to  maintain : 
Fall'n  are  they,  no  more  to  rise, 
All  their'  glory  prostrate  lies. 
4  Mighty  Victor,  reign  forever, 

Wear  the  crown  so  dearly  won! 
Never  shall  thy  people,  never, 

Cease  to  sing  what  thou  hast  donet 
Thou  hast  fought  thy  people's  foes; 
Thou  hast  heal'd  thy  people's  woes! 


HYMN  436.  P,  M.  8, 8,  6}  8,  8,6, 

f  lOffELP  Lord,  the  weakest  instrument, 
jOL  Thy  sov'reign  grace  hath  ever  sent, 

lo  publish  and  proclaim 
The  reigning  pow'r  and  peace  of  God; 
General  redemption  in  thy  blood, 

And  pardon  through  thy  name. 

8  T'  exalt  myself,  I  would  not  speak. 

Or,  proud  of  my  own  talents,  seek 

The  praise  of  fiatt'ring  man, 
But  serve  thee  with  a  single  eye,  j 
And,  while  thy  name  I  magnify, 

Thy  approbation  gain. 
3  Here  may  I  covet  no  reward, 
Mor  trifles,  temporal  regard, 

Or  reckon  earth  my  home; 
But  things  invisible  desire, 
And  wait  for  my  appointed  hire 

Till  Christ  my  Lord  shall  come. 


appendix.  437-38 


4  A  Hie  or  poverty  and  toil, 
A  thousand  lives,  one  gracious  smile 

Of  thine  will  over  pay ; 
If  thou  receive  me  with  "well  done!' 
And  for  thy  faithful  servant  own, 

In  that  triumphant  day. 


HYMN  437.  L.  M.— J.  W. 

*  "B"  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives ; 
M.  What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives: 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives  my  everlasting  head. 

2  He  lives  triumphant  o'er  the  grave, 
He  lives  eternally  to  save; 

He  lives  all  glorious  in  the  sky, 
He  lives  exalted  there  on  high. 

3  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above; 

He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

4  He  lives  my  kind,  wise,  heav'nly  friend, 
He  lives  and  loves  me  to  the  end  ; 

He  lives,  and  while  he  lives  I'll  sing, 
He  lives  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 

5  He  lives  and  grants  me  daily  breath, 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death; 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare. 

He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

6  He  lives,  all  glory  to  liis  name; 
He  lives,  my  Jesus,  still  the  same; 

0  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 

1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 


HYMN  438.  P.  M.  12, 11, 12, 11, 12, 12, 12, 1U 

The  Eden  qf  Love. 
1  "B1B"0W  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await  me, 
jLH.  In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest, 
Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome  shall  greet  me, 

And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepared  for  the  blest ; 
Encircled  in  light,  and  with  glory  enshrouded. 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's  sky  unclouded, 
I'll  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded, 
And  range  with  delight  through  the  Eden  of  Love. 


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439  APPENDIX. 


2.  While  angelic  legions,  with  harps  tun'd  celestial, 

Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 
The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  regions  terrestrial, 

In  laud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise:. 
Then  songs  to  the  Lamb  shall  re-echo  through  heaven, 
My  soxtl  will  respond,  To  Immanuel  be  given 
All' glory,  all  honor,  all  might  and  dominion, 

Who  brought  us  through  grace  to  the  Eden  of  Love, 
3:  Then  hail,  blessed  state  r  Hail,  ye  songsters  of  glory : 

Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soon  I'll  meet  you  above  I 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story, 

"■Salvation  from  sorrow,  through  Jesus'  love:" 
Though  'prison'd  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation, 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation, 
€£ joys  that  await  me,  when  freed  from  probation : 

My  heart's  now  in  Heaven,  the  Eden  of  Love. 


HYMN  439.  C.  M. 

1  "^0£7"E'iaE  Pil?rimg  on  our  journey  home, 
W  V     To  Canaan's  happy  land; 
Where  christians  undivided  dwell, 
United  heart  in  hand. 

CHORUS. 
With  palms  in  view,  we  now  journey  on 

And  tell  the  pleasing  story. 
That    tvhen  toe  reach  that  heavenly  land, 
We'll  all  sing  glory  ^  glory* 
2!  There  party  names  shall  cease  to  be, 
Divisions  there  shall  end ; 
There  all  the  ransom'd  host  shall  shout. 
This  kingdom   none  can  rend. 
3:0;.  blessed  l'andr  O,  happy  home! 
Where  christians  all   shall  meet, 
And  round  the  throne  of  God  shall  stand 
Harmcn'ous  and  complete. 
« If  you  get  there  before  I  do* 
Tell  o'er  the  pleasing  story, 
That  Christ's  redeeming  love  demands 
An  endless  song  of  glory. 


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INDEX, 

TO  FIND  ANY  HYMN  BY  THE  FIRST  LINE. 


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Hymn  £-  Page, 


A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
Afflictions  tho'  they  seem  severe, 
Ah !  and  where  am  1  now, 
Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  namei 

Almighty  Lord, 

Almighty  God,  I'm  very  ill,      -       : 

Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 

And  am  I  born  to  die,    - 

And  can  I  yet.  delay, 

And  did  the  holy  and  the  just     - 

And  must  this  body  die?    - 

And  must  I  be  to  judgment  broupht, 

And  now  the  scales  have  left  mine  eyes 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat,    - 

Arise,  my  soul  arise,. 

Arise  my  soul  and  praise  the  Lord,    - 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake l    - 

As  Jacob  did  in  days  of  old 

Ascend  thy  throne,  Almighty  king, 

As  near  to  Calvary  I  pass,     - 

Assist  my  soul,  my  heavenly  king, 

Attend  us  now  Jehovah! 

Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song',    - 

Awake,  my  soul  !  stretch  ov'ry  nerve. 

Awake,  our  sculs  and  with  the  sun    - 

TTgEFORE  the  great  Jehovah's  bar, 
_HJ9  Begone,  my  worldly  cares  away 
Behold  that  great  and  awful  dtxy,    - 
Behold  th'  expected  time  draw  i\ear   - 
Behold  the  throne  ef  grace 
Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 
Behold  the  Saviour  at  thy  door 
Beloved  Saviour,  faithful  friend, 
Beside  the  goepel  pool, 
Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God,     - 


INDEX. 


Hymn  4-  Page. 

•      63 

-        -        -         127 

-    304 


Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds, 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet  blow    -       • 
Brethren  we  are  met  together,         -  .    - 
Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Bright  as  the  sun's  meridian  blaze, 
Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

CAMP-MEETINGS  with  thy  presence  crown, 
Christ's  faithful  word,  his  solemn  pledge, 
Children  of  the  heav'nly  king,         - 
Come  all  ye  happy  race,        .... 
Come  and  taste  along  with  me 
Come  all  ye  weary  travellers,      -       : 
Come  all  ye  tender-hearted  christians,    - 
Come  all  ye  humble  weeping  souls,    • 
Come  brethren  dear,  who  know  the  Lord,    • 
Come,  Christian  brethren,  ere  we  part,     - 
Come  dearest  Lord  and  bless  this  day,    - 
Come  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost,     - 
Come  gracious  spirit,  heavenly  dove,     - 
Come  happy  souls  approach  your  God, 
Come,  Koly  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire, 
Come  holy  spirit,  heav'nly  dove, 

Come  holy  spirit,  come, 

Come  guilty  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
Come,  Lord  and  bless  the  rising  race  I    -       : 
Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 
Come  let  us  use  the  grace  divine,    - 
Come  let  us  anew    ------ 

Come  let  us  now  forget  our  mirth,     . 

Come,  my  christian  friends  and  brethren, 

Come  my  soul  before  the  Lamb,    - 

Come  my  soul  thy  suit  prepare, 

Come  my  friend  and  let  us  try, 

Come  on  my  partners  in  distress,    - 

Come,  O  thou  all  victorious  Lord, 

Come,  0  my  heart  and  let  ws  take 

Come  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell      - 

Come  sinners  to  the  gospel  feast,     - 

Come  sinners,  you  whose  harden'd  hearts 

Come  sound  his  praise  abroad, 

Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing,    - 

Come  thou  soul  transforming  Spirit, 

Come  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 

Come  ye  sinners,  poor  and-  needy, 

Come  ye  that  fear  the  Lord, 

Come  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 

Come  ye  weary  souls,  opprest,   -      : 


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come  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord  Indeed, 
Compar'd  with  Christ  and  all  beside, 
Convinc'd  of  sin  men  now  begin     - 

DANIEL'S  wisdom  may  I  know,    -, 
Dear  people  all  attention  give,' 
Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders!     . 
Death  'tis  a  melancholy  day, 
Destruction's  dang'rous  road,     - 
Diseases  are  thy  servants,  Lord ! 
Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  Lord, 
Don't  you  see  my  Jesus  coming. 
Drooping  souls  no  longer  grieve,     - 

ETERNAL  God!  enthron'd  on  high! 
Eternal  spirit,  source  of  light, 
Eternity  is  just  at  hand! 


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FAITH  aiids  new  charms  to  earthly 
Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 
Father  I  dare  believe,         .... 
Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee,    - 
Father  of  mercies:  in  thy  word, 
Father  of  faithful  Abra'm  hear    - 
Father  is  not  thy  promise  pledg'd,    - 
For  a  season  call'd  to  part,    - 
Fountain  of  life  to  all  below,    -       -       - 
Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns, 
From  all  who  dwell  below  the  skies,     - 
From  ev'ry  stormy  wind  that  blows— 

tf"^  LORY  to  thee,  my  God  this  night,    - 
^38"  Go  and  the  Saviour's  grace  proclaim, 
God  moves  in  a.  mysterious  way, 
Go  preach  my  Gospel,  saith  the  Lord, 
Gracious  Father,  gracious  Lord, 
Gracious  Lord  incline  thine  ear, 
Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Great  Lord  of  all  thy  churches  hear    - 
Guide  us,  0  thou  great  Jehovah 

HAIL  my  ever  blessed  Jesus, 
Hail,  migthy  Jesus,  how  divine,    - 
Hall  the  blest  mom,  when  theereat  mediator 
Hail,  all  hail !  b'.ess'd  Sabbath  morning, 
Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise, 
Happy  is  he  whose  early  years 
Hark !  from  the  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound 
Hark!  the  jubilee  is  sounding, 
Hark !  the  herald  angels  say,       -      - 


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Hymn  $* 
Hark !  the  voice  or  love  and  mercy 
Hark!  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes, 
Hark !  how  the  Gospel  trumpet  sounds, 
Hark!  don't  you  hear  the  Turtle  Dove, 
Hear  the  royal  proclamation,     . 
Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent,    - 
He  dies!  the  friend  of  sinners  dies! 
Hell  'tis  a  word  of  dreadful  sound, 
Help,  Lord,  the  weakest  instrument, 
He's  come !  let  every  knee  be  bent, 
Here  in  the  presence  of  our  God 
Holy  God  and  hast  thou  sent 
How  beaut'ous  are  t!  eir  feet, 
How  bright  appears  the  morning  star 
How  can  I  vent  my  grief?    - 
How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord 
How  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
How  happy  is  the  pilgrims  lot, 
How  lost  was  my  condition,      .... 
How  much  the  hearts  of  those  revive, 
How  precious  is  the  name,        .... 
How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is? 
How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sieht, 
How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds, 
How  sweet  to  refltct  on  those  joys  that  await 
How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 

"H"  ASK  the  gift  of  righteousness, 

JBL  I  know  that  my  redeemer  lives 

I  hear  a  voice  that  comes  from  far, 

I  know  that  my  Reemer  lives, 

I  languish  for  a  sight,    -       - 

1  long  to  see  the  season  come,    - 

I'll  go  attempting  prayer, 

I'm  glad  that  I  was  born  to  die, 

I'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 

Indulgent  God  to  thee  we  pray, 

Indulgent  sov 'reign  of  the  skies, 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

In  Jesus'  name  we  come  to  thee, 

In  thy  great  name,  0  Lord,  we  come, 

In  view  of  the  big  meeting, 

Israel,  in  ancient  days, 

It  shall  be  well,  let  sinners  know    - 

I've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price, 

JESUS  \  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
Jeus,  dear  name  how  sweet  it  sounds, 
Jesus  grant  us  all  a  blessing,    - 


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esus  great  healer  of  mankind,    • 
esus  great  shepherd  of  the  sheep,    - 
;esus  hath  died  that  I  might  live,       ; 
esus  I  in  thy  transporting  name,    - 
esus  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
esus,  lover  of  my  soul,     -       - 
esus  my  Lord,  to  glory  's  gone, 
esu-S;  my  life,  thyself  apply,    - 
esus,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord, 
resus  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone, 
resus  l  our  best  beloved  friend,    - 
resus,  Redeemer  of  mankind,    - 
Tesus  the  Saviour  of  my  soul, 
Fesus,  united  by  thy  grace, 
Jerusalem!  my  happy  home, 
loin  all  who  love  the  Saviour's  name, 


Hymn  #•  Pat 


jjjLT  INDUED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 
JLSl.  Know  sinner  every  one  is  free    • 

9T    ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend    - 
M-A  Let  hypocrites  attend, 

*;Let  party  names  no  more 

,;Let  thoughtless  thousands  choose  the  road 
•Lift  up  your  hearts  Immanuel's  friends, 
,Like  Abra'm  to  a  land  unknown    - 
Look  down  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye 
Lot  he  comes  with  clouds  descending 
Lo!  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land     - 
:Lo  r  we  see  the  sign  appearing 
Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie 

■'Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall 

'Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 

'Lord  r  am  thine,  entirely  thine 

tLord  in  thy  courts  we  now  appear 
Lord  in  the  morning  I  will  send     • 

J  Lord  of  the  harvest  hear 

■■  Lord  our  ransom'd  souls  adore  thee 
Lord  send  thy  servants  forth 
Lord  send  thy  word  and  let  it  fly    - 

,  Lord  we  come  before  thee  now    - 
Lord  what  a  wretched  land  is  this 
Lord  we  adore  thy  matchless  ways, 
Lord  when  we  cast  our  eyes  abroad, 
Lord  when  together  here  we  meet, 

;  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Lovers  of  pleasure  more  than  God, 


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ERCY,  G  thou  son  of  David, 
'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature 


INDEX. 


Hymn 
Millions  there  are  on  heathen  ground 
Mistaken  souls  that  dream  of  heaven    - 
Mortals  awake,  with  .angels  join, 
My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so, 
My  God,  my  portion  and  my  love, 
My  God,  permit  my  tongue 
My  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine, 
My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys,    - 
My  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
My  lovely  Jesus  while  on  earth 
My  life  declines,  my  strength  is  gone,    - 
My  soul  thy  minutes  haste  away, 
My  soul  be  on  thy  guard, 
My  sorrows  like  a  flood        - 

"WTOT  the  best  deeds  that  we  have  done 
JL?%    Now,  ah  I  now,  I  yield,  i  yield, 
Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Now  be  the  gospel  banner 
Now  from  the  altars  of  our  hearts 
Now,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal,    - 
Now,  in  a  son?  of  grateful  praise,      - 
Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 
Now  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour,    - 
Now  let  my  soul  with  vtonder  trace, 
Now  Lord  inspire  the  preachers  heart 
Now  Lord  the  heav'nly  seed  is  sown,    • 
Now  pilgrims  let  us  po  in  peace. 
Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading, 
Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone,     - 
Now  we  are  met  in  holy  fear, 

O'RE  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
O  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day    - 
O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
O  God  of  mercy  hear  my  call, 
O  God  Of  sov'reign  grace, 
O  holy  God  to  thee  we  pray, 
Oh  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing, 
Oh !  give  me  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn, 
O  how  I  long  to  go  and  see, 
Oh!  how  happy  are  they,     - 
Oh,  the  sharp  panss  of  smarting  pain, 
O  if  the  lamb  had  not  been  slain, 
O  Lord  another  day  is  flown,    - 
O  Lord  our  languid  souls  inspire, 
Once  more  a  pleasant  interview,     • 
One  thing  is  needful,  one  alone, 


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I:  dp  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

if )  Jesus  my  Saviour  to  thee  I  submit, 

ml  Jesus  my  Saviour  I  know  thou  art  mine, 

1:91  tell  me  no  more, 

i0  that  my  load  of  sins  were  gone,    - 
;:'  )  that  I  could  my  Lord  receive,    - 
I  )  there  will  be  mourning, 
HO  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
RHP  thou  God  of  my  salvation,     . 
:-k)  time,  how  few  thy  value  weigh,     . 
ijfinr  bondage  here  shall  end  by  and  by,    . 
tDur  father  who  in  heaven  art,        ..      . 
Bpjfeur  souls  by  love  together  knit, 

;|  what  amazing  love  is  this,    . 
rcii  what  amazing  words  of  grace, 

3  when  shall  1  see  Jesus, 


PLUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair,    . 
Pray'r  is  the  souls  sincere  desire, 
;-Pray'r  was  appointed  to  convey, 
;  Prepare  me  gracious  God,  ... 

v  Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet, 

MEJOICE,  believer,  in  the  Lord, 
Religion  is  the  chief  concern,    . 
Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King,     .... 
;:Reniember  sinful  youth,  , 

.Repent  the  voice  celestial  cries,    . 
'•Rise  my  soul  shake  off  thy  fears,   . 

£J  ALAM'S  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name, 
rc|J3  Salvation  how  precious  the  sound, 
'Salvation  !  O  the  joyful  sound,     . 
,Says  faith,  "look  yonder,  see  the  crown, 
j;  Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within     . 
i  Saviour  canst  thou  love  a  traitor, 
Saviour  visit  thy  plantation,     . 
•r  Saw  you  my  Saviour,     .       .       .  [  ■    . 
j  See  how  the  morning  sun, 
i.  See  the  eternal  Judge  descending, 
Shew  pity  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive, 
Shepherd  divine  our  wants  relieve.    . 
,  Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear, 
:  Sines  Lord  thy  mighty  grace  did  call, 
.Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name,    . 
Sinner  art  thou  still  secure, 
Sinner,  hear  the  Saviour's  call, 
Sinners,  hear,  for  God  hath  spoken,    . 
Sinner,  turn,  why  will  you  die? 
inner,  how  oft  hath  God  reprov'd,     . 


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Sinners,  0  why  so  thoughtless  grown, 
Sinners  this  solemn  truth  regard, 
Sinners  will  you  scorn  the  message, 
Sinners  the  voice  of  God  regard, 
Soon  will  this  mortal  life  be  o'er,    . 
Sovreign  of  worlds  display  thy  power, 
Sovreign  ruler,  Lord  of  all         . 
Spirit  of  God,  thine  influ'nce  shed 
Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 
S:recch'd  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies, 
Suff' ring  Saviour,  Lamb  of  God, 
Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt     . 

TEACH  us,  O  Lord,  aright  to  plead, 
Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  sing  and  pray 
That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
Thee  we  adore  eternal  name,    . 
The  best  of  wisdom  is  to  know 
The  christian  knows  his  God  ari|ht, 
The  cross  of  Jesus  purifies 

The  day  is  past  ana  gone 

The  gloomy  night  of  darkness,     . 
The  glorious  light  of  Zion, 
The  Lord  our  help  has  been, 
The  Lord  who  truly  knows        .       .        , 
The  Lord  will  happiness  divine    . 
The  love  of  God  how  great  to  men,     . 
The  people  called  Christians, 
The  Saviour  calls— let  ev'ry  ear 
The  Saviour,  O  what  endless  charms, 
The  Son  of  man  they  did  betray, 
The  sacred  page  proclaims  abroad 
The  time  is  short!  the  season  near, 
The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  escape  to  the  mountain 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
There  is  a  school  on  earth  begun, 
There's  joy  in  heavon,  and  joy  on  earth, 
This  is  the  field,  the  world  below,    . 
This  new  built  Bethel  now  is  done, 
Tho'  parents  may  in  cov'nant  be, 
Tho'  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright 
Thou  bridegroom  of  my  soul  behold 
Thou  shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine, 
^hou  who  for  sinners  once  was  slain, 
Thro'  Christ  when  we  together  came, 
"'hro-  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path, 
Throughout  the  Saviour's  life  we  trace 
Thus  saith  theLoru,  my  son  shall  reign. 
Thy  people  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word, 


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Thy  presence  gracious  God  afford 

Time  like  an  ever  rolling  stream 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know,     .... 

'Tis  linish'd,  the  conflict  is  past,         .       . 

'Tis  God,  the  great  God  we  adore, 

'Tis  religion  that  can  give       .... 

Try  us  0  God,  and  search  the  ground, 
i  To-day  if  you  will  hear  his  voice,         .       i 
I  To  distant  lands  thy  gospel  send, 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name, 

To  thee,  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  king, 

To  thee  our  wants  are  known, 

'Twas  Jesus'  last  and  great  command,      . 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
-;!  UNCERTAIN  how  the  way  to  find, 

"^K7"AIN  man  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear, 
W     V:iin  delusive  .world  adieu,    . 
:'  Vital  spark,  of  heav'nly  flame  !..••• 

WANDERING  pilgrims,  mourning  christians, 
Waks  up  my  muse  condole  the  loss, 
We're  met  d^ar  friends  in  Jesus'  name,         ' , 
We're  met,  0  Lord,  before  thy  throne,  .       .    .<*;. 

We're  pilgrims  on  our  journey  home,        .       .       . 
Welcome,  dear  brethren,  to  this  place, 

Welcome  sweet  day  of  rest,     , 

We  now  have  heard  our  brethren  tell, 

What  happy  children  who  follow  Jesus, 

What  have  1  in  this  barren  land, 

What  language  now  salutes  the  ear,     .       .       . 

What  scenes  of  horror  and  of  dread,  .       . 

What  think  you  of  Christ?  is  the  test  -       ;i^. 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet,  .       .      ^ 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

When  hlooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away,     . 

When  converts  first  begin  to  sing,     .... 

When  frowning  death  appears,  « 

When  God  reveal'd  his'gracious  name,    .       .       . 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

When  Israel's  son's,  a  murm'ring  race,     . 
When  I  survey  the  wond'rous  cross, 
When  Jesus  first  at  heaven's  command,. 
When  Je-ois  Christ  was  here  below,     ... 
When  languor  and  disease  invade     .       ... 
When  we  with  welcome  slumber  press'd    . 
Where  two  or  three  together  meet,     .       : 
Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord, 
While  shepherds  watch-'d,  .their -flocks  by  night, 


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Who  but  thou  almighty  spirit,    . 
Who  is  as  the  Christian  great, 
Who  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom  ? 
Why  do  we  mourn  departed  friends, 
Why  should  the  children  of  a  king 
Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die, 
Wide  is  the  gate  and  broad  the  way, 
Will  you  come  to  th'  cross, 
With  aching  heart  ana  weeping  eyes, 
With  hSav'nly  power  O  Lord  defend* 
With  my  substance  I  will  honor   . 

YE  burden'd  souls  to  Jesus  come, 
Ye  careless  professors  who  rest  on 
Ye  dying  sons  of  men,     .       . 
Ye  lovely  bands  of  blooming  youth, 
Ye  messengers  of  Christ,        .      , 
Ye  pilgrims  that  are  wand'ring  home, 
Ye  sin-sick  souls  draw  near, 
Ye  sin-sick  souls  dismiss  your  fears, 
Yes  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking, 
Ye  unconverted  careless  souls, 
Yonder  amazing  sight !— I  see.     . 


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